Saturday Night Jailer

babysistermamababysistermama Posts: 35
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Saturday Night Jailer

As I walk into these prison walls
The airlock shuts behind me
The air about me changes
As the tempo and rhythm finds heat
The music in my head moves faster
I’m carefully executing my steps, my feet
Hoping that no one is watching
It’s a Saturday night and all seems quiet
It’s after lock-down the beat slows down
I peek threw their windows
Hope no one is hanging
From the post of their bed
Slits on their wrists
Their throats
Their legs
Hope no one is dead
I watch threw the night
I see all them sleep
The only time
They get some peace
It’s a Saturday night
I sit and I watch
Not sure what to say
When I see them
Fix
Fuck or
Fight
Love is for the the lonely
Money for the poor
Hate is for the insecure
War is for the weak
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Comments


  • Outside in the sun
    Swinging on the tree
    Little boy
    Little boy
    Murder me

    Point your little finger
    Aim your little gun
    Train your little sight
    Upon me, son

    Cops-n-Robbers
    Puppy's slobber
    Sling shots swinging
    Pocket-lined dreaming

    Dream that little dream
    Play those little games
    Mama should remember, though
    You WILL grow up some day

    ~all is full of love~
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