A Fourth Disciplinary Segregation (Isolation 1-7)

The consistent chatter serves as

a distraction between meals.

As the evening travels on a safe

journey through time, voices

echo between each cell.

The darkness of a late evening,

descends like a mysterious phantom

that is on the prowl in search of

something that is quite elusive.

Renditions of daily routines

serve the purpose of extending the

monotony. The noise from next door

occupies  the moments when thoughts fade.

A shadow descends from a ceiling

as I am watched by mysterious eyes,

a suspended  camera is the spectator

as gentle knocks ricochet.

The Beginning of Disciplinary Segregation (Isolation 1-7)

The solitude of an empty

night, is revisited in the morning,

in the blink of one weary eye,

I awake from the depths of snoring.

Rarely is hope found in a damp

old cell in the heat  of a summer night.

Yet freedom comes to those that are numb,

victory is nigh.

These precious moments armeE ass see s je still a gift

in the midst of exploring….while half awake

while in a dream, while meandering 

in the morning.

Roaming Night (The Son Above The Clouds 2010)

I walk around in circles,

waiting for the dawn to come  while nervous, hungry, lonely, drifting…. 

Conversations with the darkness were void of replies

questions from miles away were on damp and shriveled feet. 

Train tracks occupy broken, blank minds.

I am waiting for the ground to dry 

on marble tile in a waiting room by 

a parking lot filled with talking birds as bread bags fly in the sky.

Dying palm trees play in a band

with the sunrise as a special guest.