Prison Latitude from: Inner Piece – Interlude One

4-14-2017 ~Prison Latitude~ X

At dawn, they loosen the chains

flesh and tears, steel remains

The jailer spits on the floor

rattles his keys in the door

shines a light, prison eye

lines of bars, no earth and sky

makes small talk, scratches his ass

belches and passes gas

touches your girl’s picture on the shelf

same hand touches himself

chuckles and locks his ass outside

where he is the prisoner monsters hide

You curse, shed a hidden tear

damn the life that put you here

no smokes and filthy screws


© 2017 artwork, music & words

conceived by & property of

Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©

via Poetry – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner


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