In my back pocket I’ve got a picture
Of that time where happiness was the border
Surrounding this image of life
We hang, and there it is in plain sight:
A perfect rendition of connecting the dots.
Hitching home from prison
I was only escaping from past to present.
You always said I looked best
Engulfed in the hue of bright orange-
I guess the sun and me have something
In common after all, but I’m missing light.
The only imprints we have the power,
Or even the audacity to leave on this earth
Are our fossilized footprints,
Letting the Earth know how far we got
Before being captured and patted down.
They can’t take away my back pocket.
Even when walking on the trails
Graveled by shame, love is only
Real when it shrivels,
Much like our hands in water,
Our bodies become saturated.
In my front pocket I got a ball of lint,
Showing there are worse things
Than being empty,
But they aren’t gonna take that,
And you aren’t either, even though
In my shirt pocket I had a heartbeat once,
And you took that a while ago, didn’t you?
The secret is this:
I got a stash of cash buried under our oak tree
And soon it will be in my pockets,
And I will buy me a new life
And I will buy me a frame for that picture.
My pockets could be filled with gold,
But I will always be
A criminal on the run