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 © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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