a girl can dream

hair unbrushed
still knotted from
rough housing
and windy tampa roads

sunday eve at home
shocking news from the phone
a new baby
and
friday night jailhouse blues
gravity's noose

time keeps a'comin
and i'm like a brick wall
(as he says)
not easily surprised
no matter how
high or low a tide

finding me
in it all
in front or
behind that wall

tasting the foreign air
of absolute freedom
is a dangerous thing
being untied from everything
for just a few days

no bills
no phones
no traffic lights
or tv
no car payment
no work
or rush hour frenzy

free from the modern things
leads me to believe
i need to leave
all that binds me

alas, no lover or friend
but all these things
that create debt & stress

the folly of all
i know

but c'mon joe
how nice it would be
to leave our hair unbrushed
the kitchen untouched
and ride the days
without a clock

yes
silently she
works towards breathing
outside
this corrugated
mess

but
i have
a
feeling

i'm too deep
to be free
for more than 2 weeks