my muse is a jailbreaker

[saw]

the light air of floating on a streak...
words are buoyant in my head, they
lift my feet from the ground and I hover
like a badly painted balloon

poems spill from pinholes no different
than exhaling used up oxygen,
rarefied air with a mouthful of gnashing teeth,
but even mongrel existence can lose its bite

and when it does the mind is set free
into romping slow motion, I see
a woman running through a meadow
in her maidenform bra...wildflowers

tickling her thighs, then the channel changes
I see a giddy brain with legs running
in the sunshine of my love, cream oozing
like cum from neurotransmitters

am i dreaming, i'm now in whitewater
rafting with the mighty words of tomorrow
through slender norwegian streams
beyond the frozen fjords , I hear dostoevesky

whispering in my ear and he says to me, who know steve
a great deal of your writing is about, well
writing....it's a common theme with you, are you
turning into a one trick pony ?

no I say, my muse is a jailbreaker
she saves me from the dastardly villain
with the greasy mustache every single time
at the very last second of the last act

she pulls off the iron bars with a rope
tied to her winged horse, and I am Free
for a moment to wander off into the outer regions of inner soul
until once again I am lassoed , run in like a filthy vagrant

but I never fear the confines of a 4 x 8 cell
nor any of the idiots with the keys
I spend my time doing crossword puzzles
it's just a matter of time

my muse is a jailbreaker

[WIREMAN]

this is purdy damn good stuff....very performable.....its as if u was tied to the tracks and brigitte bardot swooped in and tucked ya under her wing....takin u to the love shack....i likes it

[saw]

thanx mark, I value your opinion...and I agree that it might be a good one to put some oooomph into at an open mike....still dreamin' of an overnight to Fred Rock....going fishing out your way and beyond first full week of May...primitive camping....Green Ridge State Forest.....where the trout are like pretty girls......I saw a bumper sticker up there one time that read, Women Love Me / Fish Fear Me......ha ha.....nothing like eatin' trout the same day you caught them....oops , got side-tracked.....Definitely a trip to y our little town soon !