The Tightrope And The Cage

The Tightrope And The Cage short poem

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The words tumble within my head
over and over and over and
under one another they fight
and reach; their footing, fate
held in my hand; poised, tense
in the world created
by my pen

I leave the safety of my cage
Words clutched tightly to
my shaking heart and seek
my footing on the tightrope
to you
Have I gotten it right; the
step, the words
this time

Over my shoulder I look back
to the door of my cage
swinging shut with a slam
The echoes pulse in rhythm
with tremors through
my feet, my body
Failure and safety refuse
to accept me any longer

The rope is long and narrow
by far the most frightful
journey ever taken that did
not end at the electric chair
“Walking the mile!” I hear
doubt sing into my mind

So here I stand upon this rope
my words in my hands, a gift
for you; a cleanser for me
I only ask that you let me in
as I seem to have misplaced
my key and am unable to return
to the cage

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I am so glad you are here. Please make yourself at home, here, next to the arm-chair. Let us talk of poetry and life; let us laugh and crack jokes; let us rule the world with our lofty thoughts and electrodes for those out of line.Most likely I will pee a little when we laugh, and my thoughts are usually random rather than lofty, but you know what they say: “The dog of the exceptional wisdom has the bird of sleeping monkeys in his dreams!”Anyway, I was talking to a guy the other day who was high on pot (he was standing on the toilet) and I mentioned my fear of bush hogs and roaches. He comforted me and then asked why I was in the stall with him.So there you go, my full life story nowhere on this page. I feel like we know each other so much better now. Sometimes I’m serious, sometimes I seriously funny, sometimes I’m seriously gassy. I am at all times grateful for your support.If you have an idea to share, or just want to drop a line, you can contact me at peanuttyoh@yahoo.comBe excellent to each other and glitter on glitterbombs.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Wonderfully expressed ideas of emancipation and freedom. Inspiration to fly.

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