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(Like many artists, writers, and creative geniuses, I have tons of unpublished material filling up binders, boxes, folders, and file cabinets. These vary from ideas to notions to poems to half-written stories. Every once in a while, I’m going to dust one off and publish it here. This is Part 2 of a two part poem written in 2002. See part 1 here.)

Six days now I’ve been free

On the run

Clinging to my newfound freedom

Small towns disappear, reappear

The road leads me further

Their “brainwashing” failed

A bottle of whiskey

My traveling friend

But I know I need more

I need someone real

I stall in a small neighborhood

Stopping risks capture

But I have to find my past

Try to make her my future

Together forever

The beautiful girl

Pounce like a lion to its prey

To be alone with her

But it is not her I want

I give her something for her mother

An invitation to dinner

I continue driving

Waiting for a response

I know I’ll be rejected

But I carry on

Running from Alcoholics Anonymous