slow growth degeneration
by Ulyss Rubey
Distorted reflections splay
slow motions pictures
across wrinkled cells
unveiling scenes down crossroads
almost taken...damn, I should have.
Regretfulness is worn out
against the presistant
elusion of responsibility
embroidered by Mom
and hung over all the
pathways of escape...dang me, I could have.
Posted on 11/28/2013
Copyright © 2023 Ulyss Rubey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/28/13 at 01:34 PM|
I love all that this poem suggests we do to liberate ourselves from all that would paste and bind us in preconception.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 12/25/14 at 11:46 PM|
Road movie on ice? C'est la rue...