Sunday, February 10, 2013

Improv of "Cherrylog Road"

I loved the line "I knew Doris Holbrook would escape her father at noon." In that poem it was about running away together, but what if it wasn't?

I knew Doris Holbrook
would escape her father at noon.
So I grabbed my coat
and ran.
Fleeing to the border,
she'd find me one day.
The reminder of her face, distorted
in anger, curled up to reveal the devil,
flashes with a scream through my mind.
He can't keep her locked 
forever.

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