Fugitive

You're running

Your mouth won't help

Keep stride

Cantankerous the missives that force recall

You'd hide &I could taste the salt

From your dishwasher eyes

Imperial &weightless

Much to all of our surprise

The fugitives have won

And I will occupy abandoned station tonight

I'll call upon some invitation of light

Cause the fugitives have won

If I held you up to fire

I would see a reddish frame

Of rust around your soul's transparency

And you you with your beauty

And I with my spleen

I'll hitchhike to your bonfire

In my suit of gasoline