Day to Day Poetry

#63

It’s the sword of Damocles,
waiting at every mountaintop,
camouflaged within the tempting, seductive,
clear blue sky.

It waits for me,
in every corner of every dark alley I live in,
from Manila to Toronto,
an inescapable cage made
especially for me.

Whether I’m performing magic,
teaching Shakespeare,
or selling ice-cream –

A leather collar for every world I live in,
bonded helplessly to
my own
insanity.

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