When Asked what It was Like Leaving Prison.It was a Mental/Emotional Detox. Lot of People I met after They'd served Time in The Hillbilly West Virginia Work camp.Had needle marks on both arms,or running after some kind of a drug or nightmare relationship that failed many tears Prior and they were trying to Breath life into a Poison cause, as it was sucking theirs Killing them,aging them. Others Drunks,Or unable to carry on a converstion, Others been in and out over and over.Dead, or big a sentence never comming Home,went Crazy, took out Violent Crimes on People to ease their pain after Supressing it for so long, or being a Victim.Or like my gay friend Chess who worked as a Straight Hooker.I'd rather see her stayed a officer in the Miltary,So many Young women,Beautiful,aged,died, distroyed before their Time after they paid their debt,after they served their Time, for their Crime.
Threw, Suffering over my Shoulder,
left Misery, tangled in Razor wire,
like Slum ,sneakers, slung
high a top, a street lamp by neboorhood kids, who won a stickball tournament.
Breeze, blowing, Dead, Dust, of Dreams,
Dawns, Years gone,
a worn caricature of my youth.
spitting out, my surgically sharp, second tongue,
wind, Watusi-ing it.
No longer, will it silently, speak for me
In non negociatable nonsense ,
ready to strike , Quick as a Serpents tongue.
no longer part of my anatomy,
Now, It's is Just a Razor.
footnote: Watusi a Popular Rock-and Roll dance from the 1960s Named after an African Tribe.
Nice work on this subject of thought through poetic expression, you definitely got the rhythm and flow and I am sure it comes from the experiences of......life...
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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nicely written and thought out piece
enjoyed this read of your thoughts.....Art Sun...