Anywhere but here.
A wild, yea-saying
over-burst
of American
joy.

West or East or
to a coast.
To dark cement alley
ways crammed in
the back pockets of
the states.

To fluorescent city sky
profiles and bright
yellow-brick-road
side streets.

Let's race our dreams
and see who
crosses the finish
line first.

Let's drown this old
place, trade it for a new
space, one with
better people
and a longer
summer.

Forget the people
you ran from. Focus
on the hopeful,
mysterious
figures looming
in the future.

**** my love
problems
and ****
yours. Let's
go.

Let's ride a
train out west
and jump off at
the last second--
before it crashes
in a fiery dark blue
Pacific ocean
explosion.