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.