all makes sense now

[j_blah]

and if the ship was built in bottled sand...

anticipate!
leaving home
clawing at the windows and doors
seeking my exit
she keeps it locked, the house is a
cage, a time bomb
ticking
crackling with life
bustling as he can come and go
he has already cut most way
through the wires, dismantling,
disengaging mechanisms
time to detonation: pause: cancel.
extra seconds locked in space
numerics wired across 113 mile stretches
instead i
chosen in my
check marks, placed cautiously on the sheets
boxes, rows - neatly, never out of place,
never out of their minds
but out of their hands,
f r e e d o m
allows me to be chained up in the rituals
disgusting practices of dry heaves
i've conjured up a masterpiece
pulled from the tide, flowing with garbage
pieces of highway litter
strewn, cast from bridges
lopped over the edge of another life
to the undead microbubbles
swishing through empty cartons of microbrews
facts
straightened
boxes
flattened
hopes
crushed
dreams soar on, destinations through several
wordly time zones, crooked pathways
connecting dots, childish crayon scribbles
indicate i will never
be
without being
on a set of tippy-toes, a maze of trip
light-emitting diodes glow
ready to spark alarms
black arms
i can almost see my prize
this prize, vision cleared,
object: most wanted:

i can, escape,

for a little while