Exit Strategy

C. Renee Kiser

Fade the maze-daze blues

Paid my rat race dues

Impulses I’ve calmed

late,

and collected-

mixed bag of nuts

from the men who dared

test

my crazy

Toss it down

the highest staircase

my short legs can climb

Feel the burn

Have a laugh

Take a bow

Tumble away, my darlings

Snap out of it

Pager buzzing in your pocket

Table is ready-

the new you is waiting

Your memory must be erased

again and your wig is crooked

A tequila sunrise will set you straight

Now take the elevator back down,

you dumb bitch

(Exit Strategy first published on horrorsleazetrash.com)