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p r i s o n b r e a k

Shivering alone
sitting under
the leafless tree
by the deserted brick lane
haunted by primitive ghosts
the wind howling with
their requiems �

in my desperate hour
of need
the last drops
of blood
gurgling in farewell bid

I count-breathe-blink

my dried tears smell of
pathos and derangement
so manic and profound that
the washed out moon hides behind
the veil of thick clouds-in atonement

I breathe-blink-count

The scurry of nocturnal lives
seems like a distant rumble

a fresh drop of sweat

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scorched by
inner fear �a n d
outer fever
of volatile trepidation

as the perplexed neurons
collide amongst
(one) (another)

I blink-breathe-count

A rebellious outrage seems � � � � � � � � �
to be underway
with meticulous imperfection

stampede.
rampage.
�
Picanic('i' don't 'see')

The frozen blood
on the stainless blade
has left a smudge-
an aberration
in the silvery refection

The owl hoots on
the perched branch
an anguished acrimony
in the glint of its eyes
as it watches the spectacle
u n f o l d in cold comfort

The life-force dances inside
the prison-a dance of death
or maybe the dance of joy-
the sheer metaphysical melodrama

I count-blink

The soul on the brink of acquittal
from the soiled asylum

The throbbing inside the skull
now a regular blasting
of sanity and the comatose reality-

i-n-t-e-r-m-i-t-t-e-n-t

Rigor mortis seems
still another eon away (but why?)

I blink

F i n a l l y
the battle ends
so does a life of
dignified misery

meaningless drudgery
senseless camaraderie
soulless scenery
binary. nunnery. slavery.

(Some have named it
salvation
the puritans, suicide
shorthand. shortcut. cut-short.)

The suppressed grin provides
the contrasting antithesis
(or maybe the setting
for an unceremonious departure?)

The commotion ends abruptly
as the motionless body
sits in an enviable trance

The Buddha of suburbia
beneath the wizened tree
the chakras ceased
the prana free

The chaos of life giving way
to divine and logical calm

Mystical beauty germinating
from the monolithic servility
in its last momentous glory

I see myself-

bound
bloodied
solid
pallid

Serene death departs
drenched in pristine white
as the cheerless city
breathes thru

the slow night.