I Often Long to Get Away

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I often long to get away

from the spitting world grinding

flour from my naked bones

and weeping on my undug grave

with whiskey soaked lizard tears.

 

I have longed to get away

and stow aboard a circus caravan,

to clown among the drowned

and the damned and the sinful weak

in their mournful week sleep.

 

I dream longingly of getting away

to pastures of newly dug noisome sod

without the heady manure of acrid

vision cleared of mud and the livid lies,

of breathed air free of prejudice and flies.

 

I have longed to get away,

far away, for now, for this moment, away.

 

Rochester, 2016

 

Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15 or

at https://www.facebook.com/Malek-Montag-Author

 

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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