escaping

The eternal pain:
joints grating,
silent pockets,
prayers unanswered,
shoe souls instead of rockets—
is Orpheus the only exit?
Next it’s the music
played into the beat;
retreat into the white haze,
the days of smoke-induced dimension
in-tensions which filter eyes as roses
so on your sitar slay the long song, man . . . .

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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