out of hell

this time last year

I was on the street. the black
wet street.

in another part of town, walking
in the dead of night.

trying to figure out my life, how
I got mixed up

with some crazy nut I met online.
tangled with up vows
and a ring.

insanity to the nth degree.
but I got out somehow, crawled

through the sewer pipe like
andy Dupree. over the fence, out

of Shawshank. finally free.
no cell can hold me now.