making a break for it II.


Making a Break for It

Sometimes I
feel like a
motherless child.


Sometimes I
feel like
Emily Dickinson
on a


Sometimes I
feel I’ve
been saved
by the
sixty seconds
on a
stool a
new mouthpiece
water down
my trunks &
out I
go again.


Sometimes I
feel like
I’ve misplaced
a grenade
with the
pin pulled.


“Fire in the hole!”
I yell,
& the
house explodes.


Sometimes I
grow goofy
with hope
& cry
“Ally ally
in free!”
from a
dark street
in my
but no
one comes
out of

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