ALASKA
Jordan Jensen
The desk feels hard
beneath my elbows
And the screen
strains my weary eyes
A minefield of
spreadsheets, columns and rows
I think I'll go to
Alaska
The fluorescent
lights with their anesthetizing hum
And stale air react
to form a toxic combination
A mind asphyxiated
and senses gone numb
I think I'll go to
Alaska
The tie, hung tight
as a noose is cut free
I can hear the train
beat against the tracks
Bringing coat,
gloves, and scarf, or maybe three
I think I'll go to
Alaska
The mountain
cathedrals capped with white snow
Hues of green and
aromatic pines permeate my senses
My bearing is
fixed, the compass set north to go,
I think I'll go to
Alaska
The flannel and
jeans feel warm on my skin
Howling with bears
and wolves liberates
With gaze affixed
and bristles on my chin
I think I'll go to
Alaska
There the gal I will
meet with pale blue eyes
Blond braid, flaxen
as the golden seas
Calling the eagles
and crushing boulders between her thighs
I think I'll go to
Alaska
My time is up and I
return from my fixation
Clacking and
whirring of industrial machines
In a cell the
greatest curse is imagination
Perhaps someday, I
think I'll go to Alaska
