Florida Prisons

J James McLain James McLain
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When you have because you there must I when; your debts whatever they where and still are long after truth has exposed and transported to another place and time before even Christ was born, before mosses was even a seed of faith. Prison where with nothing but a bulb that never goes out and over by the urinal heard even from bed many, many men away the sucking noises loose gurgly bubbles and out of breath one while the other passes gas and one hundred fifty men where their should be only twenty and some night the shadows move acre's the open dorm and can innocence be thus taken still is a whimper please praying stop different from the grunt and men tightened together the shadow passes by you and the smell of feces unwashed on persons with everyone where immediately and some of those wires thus deeply and incorporate and incredible dark snotty gross less human wheezing of hell oneself. Your spirit almost cuts under those of dead noises and odors intermingling: hard not washed air just like that emanation of discovered and those body lay in darkness lubricates and thin and bent unquestionable bottom of bowl without the unquestionable arms thoughtless and worst of all: the total absence of hope it wraps they covers them completely. it's not bearable. You obtain to the top bunk hoping that mouths walk past undiscovered streets to the top of and to the bottom a side walk passed around the corner and back to the top of same the thought street these men all were children once what is produced with they the state it 'God' it knew it? and what produced with It why for whom for what end? It'S darkness of and cold outside and here. Stealing a car the lowest of the low of a felony raped every day which is a life felony, robbed weekly when your family sends money life felony and nine dollars to make a phone call but no one to call and not knowing what is where and whom is who and the fence covered with Razor wire last week I spoke to the 'guard' He received the money and he promised, he swore he would not miss, I told him if he did I would..... Send this poetry to a friend.

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