Readings in Contemporary Poetry

Elaine Equi


OUT OF THE CLOUD CHAMBER


and into the street.


Out of the art-deco prison
and into the cozy burning house,
the bleak house,
	    the decadent steak house.


Out of the mouths of tulips and slaves.


Out of the frying pan and into the choir.


Out of mimesis endlessly mocking.


Out like a debutante, 
                 in like a thief.


Out of pocket,
	    out of reach.


Out of time
	    and into being.


Out of sight
	    and into seeing.


Out of your mind
	    and into your pants.


Out like a light
	    and in like a lamp.

© 2000 Elaine Equi

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