Great escape An ape to blame The same...the same Don’t sink the flame
To overlook The book...the book A manuscript of sip to sip And drip to drip That strips the grip Of blips and dips Of comicstrips and cripts with whips Of birthed ships That spit the shit And never quit
Or order up And fill your cup With coffied brine To top the shine Upon the line...upon the line
Don’t grieve The sieve Inside your sleeve Up end the bend In brains of red And look around...look around
The muffled gotcha Will soon be flotsam If belief forms decrees And puts them on their knees
But I don’t want that... I don’t want that.
Stephen Martin, 3/28/2021