#19. Treadmill Jailor

September 15, 2009

Do you see this rose?
Do you see this face?
These parallel shadows?

Yr eyes have open’d the box
of my dreams.
Hollow.
Despair would close it
but yr eyes insist.

The cat pads over to the stereo
nose exploring
and puts on some Dylan.
Much closer to morphine than Morphine.

The tender embraces of women
torture in my cell.
My expectations are the collar
which marks me.
Defeats me.

Then you smile.
Golden.

Do you want this rose?
Do you need this face?
These parallel shadows?

2 Responses to “#19. Treadmill Jailor”

  1. New favorite.
    seems like what is bad in the beginning saves you in the end.
    which also seems like a Dylan song concept.

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