precious

a sunny day. i pray you’ll stay

away

from me-

but my body doesn’t always 

agree

with my mind 

is a precious thing; o! what 

a waste:

ovid, a hobbit, hobble chains

and double cuff status 

living in cell block 1-H

for the remainder of my

many numbered days

go by like molasses down

the side of a tree in winter

i pretend it is spring

and melt the snow liquid

in the center of this

spoon- the woman on the moon-

the epicenter of a natural disaster

a few moments too soon 

i will re-unite with you.

just please don’t try to tell me

what to do; i dislike authority

and these shackles are leaving 

scars on my feet and wrists,

these shackles are living proof.

like 40 proof booze

i get high to get by-

watch me fly; hello 

is the same, synonymous with,

goodbye where i reside

on this side of sunshine-

the dark side of the sky

is necessary for us to see

the light

up a cigarette and remember 

to forget not to forget 

about it. life is precious.

and death is easy

whereas living isn’t.