Escape

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Daddy Is Waking Up From Breakfast

poems from 1965-1970
(excerpt)
ESCAPE
I listened to the screams from the stereo
Listened to the dreams from another room’s woman’s voice.
Heard the shadows scratch the window glass
Heard the morning raging from another room’s wooden laugh.
So I went down to the cellar to try and escape
But there weren’t any windows there
Only a vase with a painting of a gate.
 She told me about her nightmares purchased from a beast.
She whispered a story about her father’s act of contrition
Dragging her across the floor by her long blond hair.
Now she wanted me to share her screams,
to take me down to her fortress in the ground.
So I went down to the cellar to try and escape
But there weren’t any windows there
Just a painting with a picture of her face.