Untiled 5 Poem by Randy Briggs

escape from prison
no longer bound
from these chains
where the daisies
bloom lie (dead) the
bride and groom
under a blue moon
and gray sunset
of intricate patterns of blank-
I stare off
into infinity
and walk out
into the world
where the underpriviledged
crawl into baskets
of barren waste-
toxic trash
and broken glass-
cigarette ash
burn the forests-
foggy mountain rains
guide the gods to
their battles.