Sewers and Satellites

Sewers and Satellites

A Poem by p.kuhl

Gruesome veins
buried beneath the city
eat what we eat. We
feel the ground around us shake
in pity or simply digestion
the manifest destiny:
"we eat what we eat"
for the conquest of freedom
and freedom.

Headlight beams
float high above the city
and then suddenly
also a pilot-light street
that dead-ends at your open window,
you're caught like a stolen deer.
You've accepted it
for the glory of freedom
from freedom.

© 2013 p.kuhl


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Amazing. I'm blown away. I loved your beginning lines and your ending lines especially--like a punch to the gut, but a good one. Great writing, a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


p.kuhl

7 Years Ago

Thanks so much!
i gave my notice, but here i still sit . . . reluctant to give up the safety of the cage

Posted 7 Years Ago


for the glory of freedom from freedom. WOW.
Gruesome veins....loved that comparison. Wonderfully penned .

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that dead-ends at your open window,
you're caught like a stolen deer.
You've accepted it
for the glory of freedom
from freedom.

Sometimes it seems we are free to be lonely...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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p.kuhl
p.kuhl

Bloomington, IN



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My name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..

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