Escape To Return
 

I'm that guy
who will plot  
a nighttime escape
dodging the search lights
to scale the prison wall
for a mad frolic of freedom
laughing and careening through city streets

but I'm also that guy
who will willingly
break back into prison
and slip into my cell
before sunrise. 

Years later
when my sentence is served
and I walk out the prison gates
I'll savor the wild time
even more. 

 


 
Anti-Spring Poem


I know we're supposed to love Spring
and all of nature's beautiful unfolding
but I wake
every morning
to a bird
singing the same opening notes
of a song
that it never completes
like a neighbor trying to start
a car that won't turn over.

I want to tell that bird
--KNOCK IT OFF!