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Old enough to say what I want and need.Sweet old man with "miles to go before I sleep". Cured in aged sprits and smoked just right. "It's alright Ma,I'm only thinking". I love peace as having tried WAR. Equal oppertunity man so to speak. Also, ALL ART AND POETRY IS COVERED UNDER COPYRIGHT LAWS. All pieces created by artist/poet and owner of this "Blog Spot-BlackCoffee Jazz.

Friday, June 09, 2006

BluesPoetry

Clang! cold steel doors closing in on me
my son, what has she done to him
6x6 hard walls no insight in sight
bright lights
sleep or not to sleep
walking in endless strides going nowhere
homeless partners in the clink
blurred vision as I don't have my glasses
'ratted' on by a stranger in my own bed
stranger in a strange land
freedom lost what's the cost
fear but no tear
anger anger everywhere
pot but not a pot to piss in
depression without expression
no meds or reds
sleepless in linn co. jail not Seattle
guns lawyers money and it ain't so funny
old man among the young
justice is just ice no creme
time in slow beats
handcuffs
green jail clothes
food fit for hunger
green orange red blue lines
loud silences loud dreams loud visions
feeling ?
darkness at the break of noon
betrayal
southwest y breezes in mind
green chili and brown wind
running backwards climbing down
judges with catholic cloth
bam bam bam sam I am
got myself in a little strawberry jam
one hour a day to walk in the yard
no dog shit
just human waste from discarded souls
murder rape meth and littering
wasted days and wasted nights
back on the street again
I mean four fuckin' plants
Class A felony
20 years for weed
Posted by longjonblu at 6:57 PM

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Pecos, New Mexico, United States
I am a Vietnam vet,father of 4,poet and damn fine person if I do say so myself. Well traveled but miles to travel before I sleep.
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