We whisked up a plot in a mixing bowl
A getaway scheme with a sugar soul
A cake so slick it could rock and roll
Baked for a birthday out of control
We folded in flour with a secret plan
A covert swirl only we could scan
Not a saw blade…nah…but a steel pan fan
Spinning like a rhythm in a marching band
We iced it thick with a coded glaze
Frosting that hid our exiting ways
Candles flickered like getaway rays
Lighting up paths through the maze
We sliced that cake with a rhyme made key
The layers unlocked like a mystery
Chocolate doors swung open free
We slipped out smooth as poetry
A birthday treat with a jailbreak twist
Our sweet escape wrapped in a sugar mist
A rhyme lined route we couldn’t resist
Freedom baked fresh in every tryst
The whole world is waiting, all ears agog,
For your birthday, to start a dialogue,
Your goodness is daily praised by their gongs,
For at no time, you blamed them for their wrongs.
Your heart gleams bright, free of any hatred,
So why won't your birthdays be this sacred.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty ~
That, that nature adopts as its duty.
Bottles! Allow all wines to jailbreak~
Their readiness to spread joy is at stake,
Bellies! Why tarry to relieve your hunger?
Allow your satiation be kept younger.
All directions now lead just to your home,
Your birthday frees idle legs of their roam.
Even angels wish you happy birthday.
Many happy returns our mouths pray.
The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot defend Mayor Tom they say it’s against the law,
maybe it’s time for something different, and switch to south paw.
Jenna and I received ten days in jail for contempt of court,
some sensitivity training and a scathing report.
The judge gave me one more chance to turn my nose brown,
or he will take away my badge and run me straight out of town.
We were locked up in jail without a proper investigation,
as for the actual lawbreaker, he just ripped up her citation.
Our saloon owner Jenna is still stuck there in that misguided jail.
They will not release her, and they refuse to grant her bail.
We need some volunteers to help us break her out,
she has not been treated fairly, of this there is no doubt.
They want us to be submissive and turn the other cheek,
but we need to form a posse and bring her back to Soup Creek.
Through the checkered grating of York-Dauphin station,
Clinging ‘tween the iron bars With fragile rays.
Through the checkered grating Of Tioga station,
A rounded hump, now flooding sound, yet colored, seen.
Through the checkered grating of Torresdale station,
Aloft, so proud and arrogant, boring through the fragile screen.
The alluring morning mail
Blue cover and red letters
Those smiling peacock feathers
Alas, I'm fettered
Red breasted Robins ruffle
My waters, psychic scuffle
Defiant windows won't shut
My ripples seek shores
The lark is somewhat restless
Greed glistens in the diamonds
Of my restive lattices
The mail overwhelmed
No, no more fetters today
Some way I have to make hay
Lovely mails in golden braids
Poems in fountain
I have to scale the high wall
The surge is growing quite tall
There has to be a jail break
Embrace the red breast
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1/11/2016
We shared a cell for seven weeks
before he finally up and speaks,
he turned around and shook his head
he tore the mattress on the bed,
inside he kept a sacred book,
he said that I could take a look,
I read six lines and heard a scream
I felt that I was in a dream
the cell walls vanished in the night
the moon above was shining bright
I don't know if we're really gone,
but I feel like I went back home,
a trance or harsh reality,
it matters not.......
for I am
FREE.
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