Unvariably Poems

Solitary Confinement

SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

As the door swings from both sides
And the windows unvariably vibrate 

exercising, my right to be alone

I furiously type, my muscles ache
Coming in last would be a mistake

     exercising my write, “to be alone”

Finding a clock in this place called home
Hiding it in my secret wardrobe closet

exercising my right to be alone

Taking slow sips of coffee, t.v. drama,
A solitary epitome of garden song

     exercising the writ of execution

to be alone

      sounds like a plea of insanity
i won’t wait for your answer

shh...

7/2/2017