The Prisoner

The Prisoner

Convicted

                And sentenced

                                To life.

Confined to a tiny rock

                In the middle of nowhere.

No escape

                To anywhere

                                Else.

Alone with a bunch

                Of vicious maniacs.

Decorating

                The bare

                                Walls.

To make it nice,

                With dramatic flair.

Ruined

                By insane

                                Inmates

Who gleefully

Pull it all apart.

Opher – 6.3.2023

I often think I’ve been marooned in an insane asylum.

I was reading about David Crosby. He was talking about options. He said that it was a choice between an old man with a grey face offering bombs and destruction or gambolling through a flowery meadow with a half-naked beautiful girl.

I’ve been looking for that meadow, trying to plant meadows while rejecting bombs.