The first time I went to jail.The first time I went to jail9 years ago in Free Verse
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The first time
I went to jail, I remember waiting
I worked in the laundry,
stirring orange jumpsuits
and white sheets
in cauldrons. The colors of a
I read the bible
in the library and memorized
the first three words of
a black man from St. Louis,
traded me a carton of cigarettes
to read a letter from his daughter,
I made up the words so
he would never know
how little she cared that he was dying
a young man. How little she knew at all.
Jack and I always sat in the first pew
at Chapel. I'm not a Christian, or anything,
but it's nice when
somebody else speaks about the goodness of
and they can still believe it,
even in a place like this.
Jack held my hand
when we lit our candles.
He said each flame was like a birthday wish
I said that I didn't think that was quite how it worked
and later that night, he hanged himself from the top bunk.
I didn't really like him that much,
but it got me out of bathr
Layin' the tracks.Layin' the tracks10 years ago in Free Verse
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There's somethin' about jumping
Wind findin' hollows on your body
you never knew were there.
Livin' right, right-side up,
Lookin' forward to back where you come from.
Standin' room only, watchin' the
watercolor desert wander by
flickin' cactus smiles and roadrunner
like that southwest sun,
pregnant and risin', whore for
the blue sky.
Then there's the traveler's
She's high and sensual,
wakin' me in the night, tuggin'
my blanket, rubbin' my thighs,
"Don't stay too long,
cant stay too long."
Restless, she's got me coming,
every hour on the hour with
her wail and moan.
I ain't so ready to leave yet,
Losin' people's faces, track of time.
But I figure,
you come into this world with nothin',
go on and leave with nothin' just the same,
and everything in between is just fun and games-
if you're livin' right.
God, there's just somethin' about
freight trains in the middle of the night.
Ground spinnin' so fast, could be the sky,