Friday, October 19, 2012




I sleep in a straight jacket
to keep my dreams sane.
But my thoughts allude me;
the night is Houdini,
I wake up in chains.

The warden I hired,
he’s old and he’s tired.
Says it’s long past time to go free.
I shake my head, crawl back in bed,
Unequipped to start being me.  

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