There ain’t a night
I don’t look beyond these walls with cataract
Eyes, and pull in the stars.
—Pariah (from A.B.O. Comix Presents “ignite the stars:”
A Queer Prisoner’s Poetry Anthology Vol. 1)
what i imagine first is being
stunned (stung) by their
impenetrability. and if, say,
it’s just me, the utter isolation,
my emotions tearing out of my
body. if, however, i were caged
with another chump, i’m immediate
ly taking off on some adventure, a buddy
movie beyond the wildest. my dad loved clint
eastwood. i saw escape from alcatraz maybe a half
a dozen times as a kid. but by the time shawshank
came around, i was bored. what never got me to stop
wondering, though, was that cash went there to do folsom
prison blues. then i got stuck on that freedom notion. for life.
