A WALK AMONG THE TOMBSTONES
smuggling poems out of prison
in the soles of my shoes
i am way past finding salvation
in the arms of a woman
i look out my window and see
burning flowers and starving armies
but when i look up into the night sky
i see the souls of dead heroes
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8 FEET OF SPACE
days & days
of instant coffee
and a tv set
the same chain-link
& razor-wire
outside my window
no comfort in routine
my life is defined
by 8 feet of space
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