I was sitting around in Alabama one morning resting my ass
on the cold cloth mattress in Elmore county jail for crimes uncommitted
I shall repeat each offense so the warden yells and bellows
at me until grey hairs stem from his scalp and face
Arriving with the silence of my replies to his belly aching
at me for the things I wear
The way my feet drag across the floor
The words I speak and I speak them well and indifferent to
his opposition
I do not falter nor care to which he does not fancy
I felt freedom in his departure leaving me with the darkness
of the night
I have things to do in this isolation when the moon comes on
for his shift at the jail
Cold and merciless
Arrogant and ugly
I have inspiration to write and words to feel and it will
take all night and my solitude to do so
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