Life as a Cage

Heart rings, jangles and cries

an olde alarm clock, jarring you alive

body like a cage, a torso of bars,

alarm clanking against the sides

Twisting funnel for your mind-hole

The thoughts drip into your ears

the words twisting through the tubes

thick dribble of notions tangles on the way

spouting free out of open mouthes

Butterflies trapped in the cage of your body

fluttering against the walls, the bars

You're alone inside, rattling the cage

the limbs make their way through time

taking you from place to place

transporting you through phases and days

Strings grow from your crown, and face

trimmed and cut to standards of another

Skin cloaks your cage, decent-like

empty glass orbs filled with a potion

a liquid iris to glance about this dim world

to color it less grey, to go about the day

You meet another cage, many caged ones

alarm hearts clanging as loudly as your own

Twisted garble words make lame conversation

pained entertainment you can't escape

a captive audience you've been made

Caged masses opiated to caffeinated captivity

Drifting, through loveless, mindless days

Numbed lives as empty as a broken stage

A performance gone down, turned sour

Minds not set free, alarm hearts winding down

ticking last moments through caged suburbia

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010