Saturday, February 17, 2007

Prison Break

A sock police sergeant tied up in the corner.
Punch in his jester’s motley in for assault.
A hand puppet skilled at picking locks.
A marionette controlled by an invisible hand,
Who tunnels at night, who dumps the dirt.

A blow-up doll in the conjugal room checks his watch.
Ventriloquist dummies play cards to pass the time.
A tailor’s mannequin wonders what it’s like to die.

The stone-faced guards patrolling the towers.
They catch a shadow puppet in the spotlight,
Call the warden who wears sunglasses at midnight.
Let loose the hounds of hell, he says.
They give chase against the angelic curtain.

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