View of Being Locked In

Seeing from utter lowliness to hope again

Sitting in my own contempt,
singing what it is he’s spent,
laughing through smiles without grace:
movement flowing false and bent.

Cheshire cats in trees circling the tiers
taking only a nickel to be rowed across the river.
Sly, practiced, and stale.
Thick muscles of paper mache…

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.