20 minutes
that is 120 weeks in prison
2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and
20 minutes to get locked up
20 minutes to fingerprint you
20 minutes to process you
120 weeks in prison is
2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
and 20 minutes.
20 minutes was longer than it took to get lost
120 weeks
42 days before court gave me
120 weeks - 6 weeks in the hole before trial.
6 weeks in the hole with 3 minute shower timer
week four got me in the deeper hole
I met my 10th grade teacher in the hole
23/1 is no joke. turning 10th grade was prison.
I was 790 weeks old.
15% of my life at age 15 was put in the whole. thats more than half a quarter of my life that was decided because I rubbed a child.
that 120 weeks was not fun, but I was the queerest girl in moolock lodge. I got raped, I almost got sent to a group home. all in 120 weeks - the 6 weeks
lets do some more solitary - add the last 5 weeks, add 15 weeks lets call it 20 weeks so
26 weeks doing 23+1 solitary punishment
is almost 6 months
in solitary confinement
what was your first prison experience?
Categories:
queerest, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
20 minutes
that is 120 weeks in prison
2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and
20 minutes to get locked up
20 minutes to fingerprint you
20 minutes to process you
120 weeks in prison is
2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
and 20 minutes.
20 minutes was longer than it took to get lost
120 weeks
42 days before court gave me
120 weeks - 6 weeks in the hole before trial.
6 weeks in the hole with 3 minute shower timer
week four got me in the deeper hole
I met my 10th grade teacher in the hole
23/1 is no joke. turning 10th grade was prison.
I was 790 weeks old.
15% of my life at age 15 was put in the whole. thats more than half a quarter of my life that was decided because I rubbed a child.
that 120 weeks was not fun, but I was the queerest girl in moolock lodge. I got raped, I almost got sent to a group home. all in 120 weeks - the 6 weeks
lets do some more solitary - add the last 5 weeks, add 15 weeks lets call it 20 weeks so
26 weeks doing 23+1 solitary punishment
is almost 6 months
in solitairy confinement
what was your first detention experience?
Categories:
queerest, 9th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Poor Julius Fred,
No longer anxious to wed;
A celebratory life once led,
Now, a mixer with the ill-bred,
His eyes, a darker red!
Home goes back to the queerest bed:
Stopper of good use of the best head;
A drift to fatal coma he’d dread,
His life’s yoke heavier than lead.
From his table vanished, the true bread.
And from his memory, the times he truly fed.
Categories:
queerest, absence, grief, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
There are strange secrets
That the hearts have kept
—Mine, a custodian of many;
Yet the strangest of all still unkept,
And what that is, I know not.
There are quite ***** sights
That the eyes have seen
—Mine, a beholder of few;
Yet the queerest of all still unseen,
And what that is, I know not.
There are weird feelings
That mortals have felt
—Mine, a witness of some;
Yet the weirdest of all still unfelt,
And what that is, I know not.
Categories:
queerest, future,
Form: Rhyme
He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer
Always thought free verse was asinine
He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He was archaic, prosaic, euphoric, historic
Made pentagrams optically divine
He was the cheekiest, geekiest, and uniquely freakiest
and he was one Tolkien over the line
He loved cigars and Star Wars, guitars, and sitars
Collages made his artistry torch shine
He was the jivest, high-fivest, young poet alive-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line
It's not much reward to those who are bored
but are afraid of not acting benign
Sometimes you gotta get riled, and go a bit wild
and step one Tolkien over the line
November 14, 2014
Categories:
queerest, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Tirin was a king of Asan famous land of snail
Went out with thee ministers, in hand a begging pail
Said to queerest gentle Djinn
Playing with his wife aubergine
"Please send the lamp of Aladdin by your next email'
Categories:
queerest, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Tribulations
ah well i guess we never will
have a need for the good old pill
goodnight sweet lady not to dance
or feel the taste of sweet romance
and often by the moons cold light
I saw her face record delight
But that was just the other night
Since then she casts no favour
So sitting here beneath the moon
I see her face but much too soon
My lady seemed about to swoon
No, she’s another raver?
So taken by the shortened breath
Left alone and desolate
Perplexed as anger burns and yet
Should I resort to strangers
The drink goes down the eyes do glaze
I’m in this queerest bar
A shiela sweet our eyes do meet
Soon heading for my car
We get undressed, though I’m depressed
The warning sign they are
She has no breast upon her chest
Oh no, it’s a bloody shirt lifterrr ?
Don Johnson 6-may-11
Categories:
queerest, adventuresweet, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
My choice is of the queerest cadre:
A taste for appetites odd and no blot of ado,
And as you watch my eyes get sadder
And my face wince to painful melancholy,
Beaten by the mighty storms of fate,
You may dismiss it totally unholy!
My choice is of an unpopular path
Not loved by sojourners of this earth;
It’s the hidden highway that many miss,
Though it leads to true respite and blessed bliss.
Let me find relief from the weight of woe,
And your commands and bidding do;
This is the only part I ask of you
Because short is my life and my days fleeting few!
What informed my choice my Heavenly Father knows;
Whether I go to perdition or move to glories high;
Whether I shall soon prosper or my doom be nigh,
‘Tis all His omnipotent bidding and not my recalcitrant vows!
Categories:
queerest, faith
Form: Rhyme