Your freedom is just a
chomping down on life,
a crunching of the world and self to bits,
a decorous atomization
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I, Barabbas
Christ to death
while the guilty man goes free.
And a white-hot freedom it is –
one better left alone.
Better to putter behind
shades and abstractions,
to sleep the many sleeps
that bring us our own.
A bird’s now or never
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
Well I got free didn’t I
And drove there and then –
Peter on his feast day, looking back
The touch that loosed the shackle
was like that of a girl.
You don’t think she’s interested
until her fingertips
graze your arm.
Then you feel it
through your whole body.
I followed, of course,
right out that door.
But then she was gone.
Now having pricked the full-blown self
I sing my way loose.
I’m one with the air
and laugh
at the deflated plastic pile.
