I am not so free,
cannot travel very far
these days, so beset
by the stronger straps,
straps I have sewn and then nailed
tight on several
ridges of my soul.
I am strapped down, five or so
points of strong restraint
as I tend to stray
in the evenings these days
but in the mornings
I find it so hard
to gnaw through the leather straps -
just is how it is.
August 21, 2010 10:25 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.