DAY

DAY

for John Jesus

HOW do you knoe what day it is ? there was no answer. I tapped the wall again with my plasticup. This time it came back three taps. HOW do you mark time ? There was this long pause I almost missed his hurried "wwwith a pencil; on the wallll" I smiled no need now for taps at all , I tried to make it louder in the wall. HOW DO YOU KNOE what day it is ? This time I heard him quite easily. NO need to yell HE said I was only just whispering. Keep your voice DOWN the guards would punish you for talking to me. I am ready now said HE. I smiled. WHY, its Saturday. HE said its also now the 24th of Feburary putting that extrra r in it like most inmates do. I missed Valentines day there was no one in here to tap on the wall and to talk. Thank you for bringing me up. TO date. Its marked now on the wall. I will leave here next Tuesday 27th after all its only thirty days in the hole. WHy are you in this place I mean why were you arresstted you are doing time like a felony person ? You are green HE said they call it a Felon. I spit on the sidewalk near a Copper Patrolman he stepped he slapped his cuffed on me hurt my ear bad. I get no blanket on the bed the coffee cold one cutt of meat so old on bread. Oh is that all you did ? At least the Killing is over I got the last one of them the last Saturday that I was still free. I almost hit his girl but she screamed and HE came running quick and I Zapped him with my ZIP gun. DAY, HE said. Whats that ? I almost whispered it. Your namme is DAY, in stir. I made a mark on the wall where i had started my calendar with a pencil there. Saturday with a slash 24. I added FEB above it. Whats YOUR namme ? In stir ? It came back fast; Im ZIP. Its easy to get one bullit on the street to make a gun with a pipe and a twist it. How many are dead ? Three. HE sighed. There was three. What did they do to YOU ? I was almost crying now. They killed my Mother they put her to sleep like a dog. I said ZIP. HE said DAY. I paused long and I thought hardly at all. GOOD for you, was all I cuold say.

The KnockKnock Knot

The KnockKnock Knot
A Joke

A woman tried to hand me a burlap bag
with something wiggeling inside the side
I refused to accept
WHAT pray tell
you may ask me
well I thought It might be a kitten
so I calmly balked at her offer and eye said
NO THANKZX
Eye already have one of those at home.
She smiled and said
I guess you love onions.

IdidnotknoeLove

IdidnotknoeLove

I was torn into the day i met you. Bought by flesh and blood that man he loved you. He knoes the love is never gonna leave me. I think now that im glad i lived to meet you. Lost in snows horizen. Perhaps the mountain there between us stops the pain from killing frozenly my heart keeps beating. ANger threatens to engulf me only when im missing you. I did not knoe love would threaten to extinct me species male and female deep within me. Never will I ever let the love you gave me leave me. WOrds is like promises hard to keep but easy to get rid of only file this in your harddrive baby That Moon will frown down upon that town That Sun will burn That Mountain down That Sky will fly above them Stars before I will let you get away from Love for today is written in this poem I did not knoe Love.

(eyegotsome)Chicken

(eyegotsome)Chicken

They had to ask me do you like dark meat. Are you a leg man or thigh. White meat or half a chicken basket. WIngs with sauce or BBQ instead. I was so Hungary whay back when almost like a Foreignor from a COuntry dirty roadway. I like them with meat on them please make the skin extra cripsy so it crunches like crazy lots of monosodium salt that low California kind with lots of peppers. I take the meat from the carcasses from the breasts first it makes the wishbone left there for later use. Two sides both of them are USUALLY white. The Back is just not a lot of meat there but dark. WIngs you gotta sort of go in between the bones to get some. The legs are dark but meat is plenty. The thighs are mostly there. No Bones at all on some makes this chicken seem like fun. Its there you are quite sure when chewing on a leg you go around them. I used to eat the ends to get the gristle there dont puke its fun and sometimes bone gets splintered on the end and then bones get marrow they taper off and last longer when chewing dont go down too far. The neck was once my favorite part i must be part skunk to want to go in between all that layered inn bone. Back before I was never A Christian. I got some Chicken. WHen i went to fast food places i never wanted the chicken sandwiches I always asked for fishes. Bread on white rolled up with mustard onions if you got em. Just never could I ever trust those pressed inside ingrediants. I got some Chicken.

CharlaXGatherod

CharlaXGatherod

She was a Wicked lady not evil just good looking. She had on Glasses said real quickly she was gonna Save me. SHe said she could gather me collect me put all the CharlaX really on the shelf to get big bucks to make that American Dream pure rust. I blanched for I am really Negro fell into the vat of bleaching at the jobb. See how my hands is differant colored on the palms. I want a real life but poor. I like fish heads and roots and living on the floor. I like to be the master pater in my house. I like to feel alone. I let my thoughts wonder about. NO i have decided to live in real life there is doubt that charlax will ever be gatherod. Three Hots and a cots just dont matter i smatter the poems freely on my free poetry websites. And then i cry at night at such happy sites as i gathor wool while i sleep in hay baled asunder my feet out of the whether or not it rains. GOtcha again havent you read charlax prose poetry in your sordid past mistaken life. Eye am not a Caroling Brunette. She was once my life on her hour long program. NOW, do we need more understanding? As CharlaXGatherod