Member Poem

I slide and  heave with brittle bones
along this pitch  black tunnel , 
twisting, rolling, writhing  in  a sea of  tar.
Vapors hot and sticky 
taunt my nose,  
as thoughts of orange-red sunsets,
coral pink lagoons,
dream scene blue moon shadow  are my visual anchor,
catalyst to daylight freedom quest.
Here I am scrawny innocent,  squeezed like toothpaste
from a tube  into a world of grime and dust,
dull humour, pulsing urban metros going nowhere.
Big Brother cameras snoop on  sight,  private eye,
prying eye, CCTV cadre choker.
Wolves in human form that tell us all to fly a kite.
Urban jungle watchtowers, venal dormant czars
who censor skylines,
giant concrete slabs that scar the heavens.
While I vet horizons new,  has this gumption-driven fugitive swopped one form of jailer for another?