prison walls
three stories of brown concrete
with barbed wire on top
is staring at me
its eyes filled with disgust

he was swallowed whole
with our rent money
clutched in his hand
a bond five times
that bad check
they said 300 should be enough
but five hours have passed
and he’s not here

hypnotized by the thick walls
with a hope lingering - and dissappearing -
every time they open
i pray to the gods i don’t believe in
that this monster of “justice”
who took my love as an open purchase
will agree on store credit


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thinking back. this poem was originally writted in september 2002, but rewritten yesterday.