Prison Sky

last night he staggered and spoke
     through the pall of cigarette smoke;
     frightened guests and touchy gamblers
called the cops after the bouncers;


handcuffed, he looked out the window
     of the police car wailing to go;
     watched the night sceneries flash by
through one swollen, unseeing eye;


now the pale fingers of sunbeam
     slowly limn his morning daydream,
     but a spider web of twigs mars
his view of the sky through prison bars!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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