Introvert on a plane/the futility of a tree, wanting to be free


A bitter sap rises

Acid spit spat

At insects brushing leaves


The bark splits

Seeps with a venom

Drawn from root-bound grits


The copse floor

Is seething litter

Strangulates life-light

Blood and bone and tooth

Petty squabbles and fights


Oh let me go!

I cannot breathe

Here with you


I would give my limbs


But hobbled

Deadweight

Dead wood

There’d be nothing

I alone

Could do


Ringed millstone

I hang myself from you

Freedom holds no liberation

I know

I know