Hard Time Afoot

Going on a hunch
that it was a clear to go
a third times the charm
a thought
no
three strikes you're out

excess words
for more delightful fun
lead us here
there
but now we will go
nowhere

thoughts pass my mind
I'm all good to go
let's go
I'm scared
no
more fun
too late

a vehicle of choice
looked at with bright lights
could be the getaway car
but
where are the criminals?
dead?

sleep in the dirt
not to far from the blue
waiting 
hoping
freaking out
is this a dream?

run for the street
all the way home
home?
no home
they find us


confession to all
and all those who listen
got the stuff we stole
here

taken away
comfortable car
questioned and identified
we spend 1
2
3 hours here
just the three of us.