[stylist] Poem - "Prison Break" - Secondish Draft

[William L Houts]

Hello Again, Gang,

Wrote this poem just a couple of hours ago.  I guess I'm really working 
this Sunday, and enjoying it, too:  I don't often turn up with new stuff 
on Sundays, preferring to settle on my big fat lazy arse and eat 
Cheetos.  Anyway, hope you like it.


--Bill


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Prison Break

You think it's all happened before us,

on some far behind diamond day:

the miracles, the moses, the isis or christ.

Let me tell you, I see something else,

something buxom and sweet, as if time

had not yet been squeezed for juices deep

and wilder than some stack of quacking books

telling us this but not that, here but not there,

and ignore the bricks when they fall,

the year-sickened laws, the loss, the lies

in the thin prelate's mouth.

How to dance with the chains on our ankles.

It fucks with our heart, does it not, does it not?

We've sighed, we've sobbed, we've sat

in our piss, as helpless as cat-harried mice.

Lightning's struck our prison tower, and our gang's

going free. Be true and chant we need not fail:

we're busting out of hell and history-jail.

How soon, you ask.But name yuour name,

and inventing truth, escape the game.