A frightening beautiful poem I didn't write

[Ashke]

I seek grace in pinpoints,
the pricks that awaken me
from London traffic,
parks strung with kites,
my alarm clock.
With spoons and matches
I feast on a fire escape, squint
at a varicose moon; a rubber cord
coiled tight around my arm
turns everything dark.
Don’t tell me
this isn’t freedom;
I’ve sat on a braided rug,
rolling my teeth between
two fingers, making love
to the stars.
Copyright © 1999 Seth Abramson.

 

[trancesetter21]

That a great poem Ashke, thanx for sharing.

 

[Harmoni]

*SHIVERS* OMG, that was powerful! Wonderful! Does this guy have a book or any more poems out anywhere?
Harmoni

 

[Ashke]

I don't think so.. I just stumbled across him when I visited http://savoymag.net and the title caught my eye. He has two other poems posted, but this is my favorite. Maybe just because it's familiar subject matter.
~*~ Ashke ~*~