Jail Thoughts. Shrug 12-21-2011

How can one ask for a second chance with a third strike?!
Or feel safe when the c.o.'s are worse than the Third Reich?!
I smelled fear and I heard fright...
and seen the green-eyed monster gaze at a bird's flight.
Escape in a book and gain power when my words write.
Feeling like I could kick up more dust than a dirt bike.
Not far from those mundane days when I worked nights
but too close to that anxious rage I had before my first fight.

Pawn Problems 12-21-2011

It's ALL a game and
I'm coming for the rooks
and the King that forgives killers
and makes it sunny for the crooks.
I laugh, 
though nothing is funny when I look
at the rubbish just caused a beef 
between my tummy and the cook.
It's a dangerous daycare-
got a cubby and a nook.
I ONLY need prayers!
Don't worr'bout the money on my books.

Love's Sentence 12-22-2011

It's a  short drive when love is at the wheel, so there are no unspoken qualms about visiting once a week.  She schedules her day around a 15 minute phone call at 7:00pm that will make her long for her caged man.  His optimistic strength relaxes her angst and escorts her into a peaceful mind frame for the evening.  Plus he's funny.  So funny that he always distracts her from the phone sex she was planning on whispering to him..  He has never been aroused during "vacation" but he orgasms in anticipation of their reunion, frequently.  as the days blend together into an indistinguishable blob, her face remains a clear sketch of a real fantasy.  The silhouette of her scent has never been more than an envelope sniff away.  He reflects upon his regrettable decisions which carved an insurmountable barrIEr between the actuality of THEM.  The first wall he was trapped behind, he built.  It was around his heart.  So she doesn't exist.  She is just a wish that accompanIEs his countdown.