The second time I went to jail.The second time I went to jail10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the second time I went to jail
I swallowed three teeth
and told four lies.
The yard was toe-mowed
grass and I made a sun out
of hot stones. I wasn't looking up,
which was oversight on my part.
A broken jaw
tastes like brown skin and
split knuckles, so you know for next time.
Boston James loved meth
and he taught me more about how
to disembowel a toaster oven
than I will ever find useful.
He had one eye that clouded
like a cesspool when he talked about
Belfast, and he
had never had sex.
When I came into the dining room
bleeding from my mud face,
Boston James gave me his
applesauce and we talked about
Firebirds. He learned to share good
from his fat mother,
and I'm secretly glad he did,
because two days later he got a rib or two
cracked for doing it.
Then I wasn't such a sore thumb.
The second time I went to jail,
it was only for a week. I say only,
because like summer camp, it's not
a bad place to be.
Sometimes a broken jaw
tastes like brown skin and split knuckles,