No Mans Land
by Xerielle
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-02-02 11:36:00
stretching linear confections
like taffy dissolving
on the tongue
of an elusive idea
reciting geometric poetry
to the walls of the prison
to hear the sound
of the hours exploding
& expectations
dressed in
rehearsed productions
of I never
well
honey you better
before the stage collapses
all together
we bow & exit
as confused
as when we entered