Fun in prison
In the fishbowl,
one thinks that
is the retrained.
But as I stood stripped, thin-lipped and ill-equipped
at the gates of an underworld
arching themes of broken dreams
and concrete, completely overwhelmed,
I came to know that the name of my freedom is
and that its point of origin is the place of
and that cup of
I sipped has tripped me
as I stare and am stared at
through the prison glass.
Created: Jul 27, 2009Document Media