WW in prison
as a punishment
the guards make him
wash his own clothes
(Never pleasure for them both)
Pavement night
there was no moon
summer impenetrable
a beggar lay beating
long summer odds
feigning sleep
To walk on, to hum
to admire the skulls
(What's that in Chinese?)
Around the clock
& inches away
they're shouting
they want you to wake up
Get back on board!
Released.
Then write again.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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