Tight Spaces (There is No Plan B)

Words between worlds - I really enjoyed its unexpected tail.

Thank you, whale. I know the tail has a flick in it, glad you enjoyed it.

;)

There's a clue in the second title, Gabriel. You can blame Jack fo the cryptic - he hounded me about not explaining my poetry, haha. So, no, it's not erotic...

Thanks!

Always the wit with You...This was quite slick and written in that wonderful way of sliding off the tongue-Excellence!!!

Ah, thank you Soul, I'm glad you like my latest scribbling!

A lot said here, Atakti, in this "less is more" piece. Clever lines such as
"saw the planes hanging, laden
with shrinking the world.

The last wilderness lies
fathoms below slide-rules" and the terrific ending really makes one think of the "space" we occupy here and beyond.  

Hey, Tony, thanks! I'm not surprised to see you grasping a few of these thoughts. Pretty much sums it up.

:)

trickee taki  youse rock on dis won poeit  rM

Did I trick you?.. I'm sure I left enough clues! Thanks for reading, rM.

The first stanza is the one that sticks in my mind.
The second line especially just sits in the back of my mind.
Congrats on getting a piece of that dwindling real estate :)
This is one to unravel a while after reading, nice one.

Glad my lines tickle your brain, Dys! Thank you.

reading your poetry is always a bit mysterious, enough room for the expanse of your metaphoric meanings and the weed of thought we readers might sprout from your watering  
 
 
intrigued by these  
submerged questions  
and searching for the  
wild garden hidden between  
the lines of any poem  
between the asphalt highways of our dreams
between the  suit of sundays  
and the howl of my fur  
for the moon over the hill
i am the dog that eats all shoes
your bare feet are fine, come  
there is fruit in the trees  
and climbing is like... well,  
get up here and you'll find out

Thank you, Semaj, for the poetic comment, lovely!

I'm pleased you like my ink.

Sometimes the most "unimportant" things, such as new shoes, can bring us back to real life...
To suppress is to feed....
Something like that....

Somewhere on this planet, there's a man who made slippers for himself out of two plastic bottles.

Thanks, Mourganna, for your thoughts.

I'm claustrophobic, sometimes to the point that it chokes me.  

I will confess, I do hoard footwear.

Intriguing piece Atakti, great mental stimulation and write. :)

Thank you, Magdalena

:)