Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMvnUCN6Rmc
I sit in the day room of cell block one in the county jail at 4: 30 am. It's quiet, almost serene. All the other inmates are asleep. I wait for breakfast: two hard-boiled eggs, a doughnut, juice, and milk. Once a week we can order books. They will deliver them today. I'll get Bukowski, Steinbeck, and Cervantes. The remaining six days will fly by. When I'm released, I'll go under the bridge"steal wine and stay drunk. I'll eat every three or four days. It's January with record-setting frigid temperatures. Survival will be a challenge. There will be an ex-girlfriend to contend with. I'll try to get what little clothes that I left at her place, that is if she didn't throw them away; she's somewhat of a c**t like that. My two best friends who stayed under the bridge with me, died a day apart two months ago, so, nothing but ghosts and memories there now. I'm going to miss jail.
Well, I did not know you are a notorious prison; at least you were not in a Syrian jail where you will be lucky to survive the torture and abuse.
Freedom is priceless even if we are dirt poor, even the mental freedom
You are honest and straightforward.
sad but true. that's how it is for some - sometimes jail is a better alternative - a roof, shower and three squares a day. i've been there and had the same thought. life itself can be a prison. choose carefully.
well written poem.The world is not soft cause no easy and free food accommodation.Sure lot of prisoners when out of the jail they will truely miss the prison at least deep within their hearts..Also the word prison makes us to think deep,for a lot of us are out of prison yet they are in prison.Some in behind bars but free in mind..So this poem makes to think beyond borders..
another example of your multi-talented self. your pen has the magic of ink!
write till them bovines come a running! heads down horns shiny and sharp!
stand still grab it's tail when you side step ... give her a good toss on the grill
steal some more wine ... then put your mighty sword down and be with your friends!
they will hear your silent call!
a most excellent write ... fact or fiction matters not
your ink is magic!
Strangely, jail gave you food, books and shelter. The outside world can’t promise that. The outside world is tough. Made me appreciate the problems ex inmates can face. No wonder so many reoffend. Strong write Thomas.
Well, I did not know you are a notorious prison; at least you were not in a Syrian jail where you will be lucky to survive the torture and abuse.
Freedom is priceless even if we are dirt poor, even the mental freedom
You are honest and straightforward.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..