The words spill out without the move of a lip
Stacks of theatre tickets run memories; not pictures.
Foam Swords clashing while wearing cowboy hats
And the smell of stale sesame chicken in a Wal-Mart parking lot
Red and blue flashes of accusation
The search and seizure results in nothing but a pizza
Apparently cops don’t like pizza
I Do.
We duck and dodge the spot lights like prisoners escaping through the shadows
Beach hours 6 a.m. to 10 p.m.
The clock blinks 11:23
Park Rangers do like pizza
How do I Know?
A green mini van makes a bad get away car
The Laughter that hurts always has been my favorite
Something we have in common
An epiphany,
Getting into trouble is a lot easier than getting out
Unless you have a pizza