Prison Poem #13

How in the haven can I remember that life is now but there cant be more to it than no one knows.  Life is gods walk.  True life is of death.  This is my act, your will.  You show me in discourse, visions, and repeated advice.  No man is subject to only them self.  I flower in your beautiful splendor.  Lotus, posies, tulips, gladiolus.  On harmony we strive.

Prison Poem #12

Tea is no delusion but the British forsake us

and imbeciles and gun lovers I do not party with

No I am a smart ass; which is why I hate fat

ivory; its so full of contraband   

Earth is my home don't shit on it, bitch.  

Prison Poem #11

Through the Cartesian thought experiment I can not trust the reality around me except on the assumption that it has been therefor it is likely to still be.  Statistics become the most reliable ground for truth.  Emotion throws a monkey wrench into this whole thing.

Workking!

I got a job I work twelve hour shifts! 3-4 days a week if I don't sign up for more.  I haven't been writing because there hasn't been much time at the computer.  I'm going to try to make a buffer to keep some thing going; look foreword to more prison poems.





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