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~ *Strapped to the catapult I sportively plan my escape By listening to pictures In stereo Of the flight Of a fitful fugitive Who sculpted depressions in ice Throughout the flowerbed Where there is no true sunlight Only its influence And by inhaling this fragility Onto glass Lowering the thermostat Like a guillotine Until hypothermia Took his oppressors This coldness might well Be everlasting But then, so is the will to survive* ~
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Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 1:53 PM UTC
Fugitive & the Frozen Roses
Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com A Fugitive in His Haunted Night A police car parked in front of the house They say there’s a fugitive in the woods Bailed out of his truck on a county road Abandoning his girlfriend to be nabbed Well, poor man, he’s lost his truck and his girl And gained mosquitoes, snakes, coyotes, heat A fading MePhone signal, rain, rot, mud And another three years in a white cotton suit Why? Perhaps, like many another poor soul He lost his way while searching for elusive Truth
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
A Fugitive in His Haunted Night
Clerks (and the) "Felon" (and) A Serious Man 12 Angry Men (sit) "A Few Good Men" (in the) City Of Men The Fugitive (seems) "Fearless" (stands with a) Smile "Scent Of A Woman" Presto (he says) (and there would be no) Law Abiding Citizen "The Gods Must Be Crazy" (to let) Someone Like Him Getaway (free) The Sting (is that) "Cell 211" (remains) Empty
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
The Trial
thoughts are the songs of the mind only myself may hear, louder than laughter audible as low-toned whispers. sanctuary of the fugitive heart when all else has failed or fled like rats from a sinking ship. untold secret of an heir which seldom finds a confidant if only not uttered in sleep. unbreaking lance of the errant with sinews rare as his hands are bare. thoughts rare. thoughts ******* thoughts prodigious. thoughts uninvited. father of action son of an idle cloud. bereave me of my lance my secret my sanctuary my song; and oh… how naked i shall be!
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
thoughts