Tuesday, 15 April 2014

A Doctor Escapes

the smoker
of rolled phallic symbols

That's Freud
with the cancerous lip (Freud

It means pleasure) hurriedly
the last puffin'

to Paree.

Made it
by the skin of his teeth.

sat back
and relaxed

He puffed
and he thundered
away from the clouds

Of Vienna.

His Nazi receipt
was his ticket
to freedom.

His people
met him in Paris
and later in London.

Their faces
lit up
. . . for a time.

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