Treasure Island

Sebastian Soberania

(1/23/65 / new york)

Another Prison Of Civilized Working People


travel is a way of
forgetting that you are trapped
in an open place full of
chairs and tables which they
fail to see as
another prison of civilized
working people
in those rooms where the
walls are made of glass

the storm that you meet
and the hotel that holds you
for more days
are variations of another mode
of forgetting as a form of art
where to lessen the chill
you begin to compose
what you think is poetry to you.

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013
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