Narrow Escape From A Blind Bind Poem by John Sensele

You cruise to lose in Toulouse
If you draw a cantakerous card and play it bad
Unless you strategize to slay the haze and daze
That enable outcomes to grow mad

In circumstances and instances
When you embark on a victimisation venture
Knowing not stances and distances
Danger multiplies in the misadventure

You choose to honour in letter and spirit
At dawn, at sunup, at noon and at night
To meet the fate you hate and treat
Partners with disdain, believing your might

Confers upon you the power
To neglect to reflect upon consequences
That ensue the blight, flight and plight of the hour
You trample upon in sanguine sequences

Fraught with danger
You neither contain nor restrain
When face to face you come to the ranger
Who administers the coup the grace on the trauma train

Planting you on a horizontal floor
Where all of a sudden you come back to your senses
Scrambling to your feet to open the door
That revitalizes and re-energizes your defenses

Injecting into your knees vim
For you to pray
You no longer entertain the whim
That led you astray to a sarcastic spray.