Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Against The Printed Lines

A distant hand writing on
Horizontal lines;vertically forward
Not satisfied with the seeming generosity
Of the pre-printed direction
Unaware, both the words and their meaning
Of the slashes that they appear on
Like the wounds they didn’t ask for
Or saw coming
& once the ink starts fading away
They are stopped and hindered at every word

By a bar of jail, transcending down