Caught
In blind alleys
Up and down the avenues
Stretching sentiments
Caught up in blind alleys
Facing the consequence
Muse and ruses magnified.
Things get out of hand.
Trying to tame torment
No one will understand
Sensitised with subtleties
Words with double meanings
Who knows the real intentions
Or angle of the leanings
The new taste is eaten in haste
Inedible digestion
Lingering lassitude
Calling into question
The means, the ends, and the attitude.
And exacting the exit clause
Faint appreciation
One-handed applause
See the smoke? Is it a joke
Smoke can lead to fire
Searching through the embers
For fragments of desire
Looking back, I saw the crack.
Before the bubble burst
An inevitable break
Learned, used, and rehearsed
From the hills, the sound resounds.
And echoes in the valleys
Caught up in a landslide
Ending in blind alleys
It may be in my mind
Or a place named Las Condes
Here there, and everywhere
Blind alleys have no address
©
David Rudder
2015
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