Postal coded escapee.

growing up watching the fictitious 

Flirtation with life within a yukon 

canyon working out the weights 

It need to lose as its muscle bound.


as cellos stands there wasting

Under Nineteen year old eyes 

postal coded escapees trained too 

Swim and breath.


Lovers of homemade Libation raising 

Home Brews to the reservation 

of a harmonious kingdom 

As root beers grow inside 

terracotta moulds under windless pine.


Here’s  a hill you can climb 

If you want memory’s of your own

you can take tea overlooking 

remains of a dried Out Atlantic.


You could dress in deco seams and pull a thread

From Greek myths and still not see a end.