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bent over and then running

law man
outside
his grubby arm
pawing

my back porch looks south and i can see him tracing the streets
left and right he goes
he don see me
but i see this
(i feel it anyway)
he slides that
warrant on
like a fucking
rubber
don care if
i did it
or not
he wants to cram it in
and he wants to film it

but no
i walk right past
blinking men
walking
not walking
and these buzzing signs
like a thousand flies are inside
stupid and hot and bouncing right off each other

buy a cuppa joe
it's like a jillion jolts and
just as many bucks

okay

i duck inside
just as water breaks from its cage
the skies roar at the prison break

i am safe
i will be safe

lawman got nothing on me





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  • tears.of.silence
    April 17

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    wow this was interesting. You've got very interesting word choices. I give you 16 points for this poem, giving you a total of 76 points. great work on this. thanks for entering and best of luck to you. kah


  • echo-ink
    October 21, 2008
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    Great write, I really enjoyed reading it.

    Bell,


  • Beautiful-N-Broken gold member
    October 16, 2008
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    Great write! I loved it all! Good luck in the contest! Thanks so much for entering!!!!

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    October 15, 2008

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    Whoa, intense, the imagery of the character huddled,head down, in that way humans have of ducking down to match the shape of how they feel inside/and for self protection, liked the cage unleashing the water and the walk don't walk walk, that felt so restricting, but it bought to mind a stealthiness as the character felt stalked by the lawman. Reminds me of double jeopardy, the paw ( indicitive of being able to wound as easily as an animal with claws) of the lawman, felt his gung-ho attitude, the kinda guy who doesn't serve in his uniform but serves his own purpose in it. Sometimes we run but feel bent up inside with fear, others we are bent up inside and it prevents us from running, here the poet paces his need to bend even further and his movements so that there is only movement at a pivotal point which will move him forward and as far away from the paw of the grubby armed lawman as possible. Reads easy on the eyes and worked when read aloud.