Flashbulb Freedom

by FTS Miles   Feb 15, 2005


I slip into the soulful recline of
black leather comfort
and cockpit lighting.
A swivel of impatient foot
jettisons me into night,
stars pulsing above, around
to the jugular beat
of an industrial rapture,
and I savor this
heady quickening,
flashbulb freedom,
amidst the constraining
concrete and steel
of my urban grind.

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Talk about intensity! (I'm not sure if thats what you were trying to create but thats the vibe that I got)
    "A swivel of impatient foot
    jettisons me into night,
    stars pulsing above, around
    to the jugular beat"
    I love those lines, they create this shocking ryhtm tied in with imcredible definition hidden behind powerful lines and meaning. the message was worthy and well sent, it was beautifully and powerfully written with a state of impact. Well done

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Again, your description is epic. You could easily close your eyes and find yourself thrumming to the narrator's beat.