Squeeze Poem by Antonio Liao

some people are wheel, in order to move, other
may not, yet they use to push, needed to exert
to the maximum tolerance just to gain spotted
appreciation

squeeze end with squeeze, moving to a huff of
grit, know not the begin, that tells the end, a
very locking situation that explosion is the
only key to lose the pain

viewed like Dalmatian, black as the stallion,
where posturing lies a drama of nothing to
resist, the big laugh thunderbolt in the
inner jealousy in every mind, for every drop
of pain the heart tremble to the ground for
another round of game

make that gazillion unspoken mode lies and
hold me not my aspiration ……