Another narrow escape.
It was close this time.
Near self-destruction.
Hit the override.

Peerless, peerless,
that’s no positive thing
in this case:
Break in emergency.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

The former, the latter,
the prior, the past.
Point is:
I’m looking back.

Show me the door,
show me the door
I’ll walk through it.
The pleasure’s yours.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

Life of a buccaneer
appeals to me;
start as an intern,
raise the jolly roger.

Skulls & crossbones.
Red eye, red eye.
Done a double take,
Look closely: I’m alive.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

Not just yet.
Not just yet.

(12/21/2018 & 2/9/2019: Marcine’s, Mount Vernon & Oakcrest Tavern, Madison, Wisconsin)