Escape
Day full of unpromise
Grease gray
Where am I going with
this salvation sold on commission
shit disturbers with clipboards
Throw some money at it
Baby carriage street people Trump supporters
who here has a gun
who hears the gun
Christlike white fire hydrant
stumpy arms outstretched in chains
That world is not mine I am searching for
Starbucks
As good a shrine as any
Somewhere someone is saving the world
robbing a bank climbing a
mountain
putting their
lips on
mine
