Best Like Clockwork Poems

Red ribbed tank top and panties.
Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary.
Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars.
A few women foaming at the mouth from drug withdrawals.
Smells of jailed prostitutes.
Some for murder or Robbing for loot.
Three toilet seats lined up, One shower curtain hung by...

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The clockwork gears inside my mind keep turning,
And my stomach seems to be churning,
With all these thoughts of you,
I honestly don’t know what to do.
I’m down in the dumps,
And I feel so stuck,
Here in the middle again.
I guess I wish I were dead.
I know that’s...

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Tall yet scrawny,
Contrition attempts to 
Force its way through.

In this small window
Breed opportunity but of
An unknown flavor.

Goog-a-lee eyes always
Scrupulous and indeed
Tempting perhaps for
Once ignorable? 

Unsheltered of course 
Two wills in opposite
Directions cannot
Demand wholeness.

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