Word Leaks

Sober angel who are you to talk When you walk sideways On your days off Collect call me from your prison Collecting money for your sins

All my poisons are digested and the wells run dry Call me in a holy hour To check the price of wine

Holes are in your secrets They’re leaking on the floor Press your charges Make your case Serve your sentence Live your days on hopeful dreams That never will come true

The Days are dragging sentences Running on with poor punctuation Keeping yourself company Locked up in your cell Sing for the jangles of The keys of freedom’s song Not much longer now No not that long.

-a.j.m.