Escape Artist

You offer him a poem

he returns it with his tome

Your language is concise

you can cut his with a knife

 

Your prose begins to narrow  

as his tongue becomes a harrow

He expounds upon his thinking

while you see his aura shrinking

 

You cease your conversation

with fear and trepidation

that the space which you leave empty

he’ll fill with words aplenty

 

You lengthen up your spine

while he continues to opine

When he inhales his next breath

like a man who’s cheating death

 

You smile and say excuse me

you long ago did lose me.

Lbelans

Bogliasco, Italy October 8, 2017