The Freedom Of A Corner Poem by gregory collins

At any given moment,
without the chance of selling blame.
Your fate hopes they will remember:
All for years of my own shadow,
and every night until you are crazy.
Our demons know or abuse her.
Like Los Angeles widening the gap to re-think
their standards we carry around inside.
But forgive me if their madness is all around.
I want to dissappear without a trace of those heavy brows.
So be careful of times long ago,
and pull slowly to drink an equals given rights.
Because if just one of those books in the tower of knowledge
seems to overlap, the city of angels
will come unglued rolling back the days,
and i want to stay away from something in the way:
and again her voice and not enough sky.
The freedom of a corner.