Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera
Saturday, August 20, 2011
When Freed
That bulked
thing clinging
cramped
and anaerobically
inside
you think
if you let out
would ride
through you
ferociously
to rumble, swear,
destroy and rout
and seethe,
in fact –
when freed –
turns out
to stumble,
blink,
enjoy the air
and breathe.
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