Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
a-mareshipPoems
Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!
0
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
college library
Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!
unedited
#escape#school#books#library
a-mareship
Written by
a-mareship
English
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem