I Want To Run (Version 2)

I Want To Run

The monitor in the corner spouts
you and them
and I sometimes wonder why
I sit and listen
for your monotone is like
the straight green groove
of a bottling line
and always your stature
is deaf as you grab my mind, bend it
in a brutal way like the wooden boards
on an empty wine barrel
gathering sun beams
in summer. You relate needs
of others. Still
I listen, wishing I could taste
your thoughts like that first caress
of red wine on the tongue
as steel bands bind my mind
and I can not move from the monitor
though I want to run.