Escape Bags
Here -
Where...painted grief remains peeled along rubbished waterway..
Where...stabbed fist gestures halt illegal commerce..
Where...distorting voices emerge from collapsed shop door crowd..
Where...coin bagged exchange between enemies is shaped by secret patterned movement..
Where...loose clothing slopes into hidden wood seeking instant escape..
is the place language comes to die.
...we should all read Experimental Short Fiction...
Lee Mackenzie, Poet, Artist
