ESCAPE PRESS

you wanted to become one of those hip norwegian refugees / just pack your things and go / hunt for good fortune and never look back / build a life and claim your freedom / under different televised moons in different and less godforsaken parts of the world / somewhere where it is possible to thrive and prosper / to kill the wheel that grinds your bones / throw the millstones of worthless jupiters into brook and pond / just get the money and go / pack your things and go / whore day and night for a year or so / eat whatever comes your way / drink only from the melted snow / to crumble and shiver but go go go / to get on the ferry to denmark and be gone / hide in plain sight everywhere / cringe in undisplayed shame to the bassline of UB40's greatest hits / make love in a couple of bunks just for posterity / eat tapioca and mash with a straw / skip right past the glare of copenhagen bright as day / to become another freeborn bastard child of the highway / throw your thumb for progress and wear the names of all your oppressors / skin the asphalt to the bone and roam quite simply roam / dress your biography with falsitudes for every interested ear / to conjure a whisper that is private to bear / open the door close the door / be kind be kind / to never have spoken a word that speaks of your mind / to cross all borders with a smile / "please please dear officer do not detain the vessel that carries but a little dream" / "here a little paper please let it pass and go" / to ride the wasteland on its veins / skip gently past its human stains / the autobahn slumber the fog horn thunder / to drink and bathe in roadside aquariums / wash with white bars of soap fresh off the trees / "bring me to the ocean please" / to dip in the straight and narrow / "suck my bones lick my marrow" / to paint your shoes in Samarkand / the glitterdome in Abendland / to cross all borders with a smile / climb all mountains like a child / stow away with faultless guile / drink all the wine of France just to see the evening through / in lieu of lust in lieu of love / to drink the blood of every dove / still comfort a farmers maid or two / to whistle on the marsellaise from montpellier to toulouse / sneak across the border bright / stretching out with charmed delight / here and there leave a suitcase behind / full of fragments and fractures for no one to find /

 to listen to the starcrossed fellow / moaning groaning slow to bellow / to notice the move the shift the fullness too / nothing nowhere that will contain a you / the border burns you like a star / to make an imprint of how close you are / to write a story to kill the hero / on every beach you count to zero / the life of ashtrays burned so bright / left you nothing to your sweet delight / to all the waves of needful plight / to cotton skies made ripe for flight / to the bashful demon that holds your oar / a feathered groin to compose your score / to build a canoe from your sweetest wishes / construct a sail of shame and sorrow / to navigate in frameless horror / to the spillings of the ghost you serve / to the spillings that will serve you best / all is forgotten with two tomorrows / and the shyness that curiosity borrows / the million people million zorro's / the million zeus'es and jesus juices / your ark is made of silent wood / hollywood bollywood nollywood / your script was never any good / none shall know your name out here / or hire you for godly measure / a name too strange and out of key / more norwegian than it needs to be / unemployable and white as paint / in every town the women scatter / the rumour of this freedom served / scraps of not unlikely banter / this wine finally / poured from a silly decanter / a refugee of sleight of hand / to look upon the gonads gland / the country the love the dream so tender / to end it in a worthless bender /