I sit in the day room of
cell block one in the county jail at
4: 30 am. It's quiet, almost serene.
All the other inmates are asleep.
I wait for breakfast: two hard-boiled eggs,
a doughnut, juice, and milk.
Once a week we can order books.
They will deliver them today.
I'll get Bukowski, Steinbeck, and Cervantes.
The remaining six days will
fly by.
When I'm released, I'll go under
the bridge—steal wine and
stay drunk.
I'll eat every three or four days.
It's January with record-setting
frigid temperatures.
Survival will be a challenge.
There will be an ex-girlfriend to
contend with.
I'll try to get what little
clothes that I left at her place,
that is if she didn't throw them away;
she's somewhat of a cunt like that.
My two best friends who stayed under
the bridge with me, died a day
apart two months ago,
so, nothing but
ghosts and memories there now.
I'm going to miss jail.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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A tale of someone enduring and travelling on the sadder side of life, to the extent of even loosing his best friends who slept on the street with him. A haunting and sad poem, never the less i am sure a lot of people will relate to.
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Comparison with what we are used to gives us our measure of good and bad. Lovely work Thomas
Thank you.
What a deep, dark and
evocative write!! 😳
A brilliantly composed
poetic pictorial,
the imagery dynamite! 🧨
Thank you for sharing my friend!!
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Thank you.
I think some people find it hard to survive on the Out-Side.
Good Write.
Thanks.
That's what I call amazing reflection. 🌹 📚
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
I can't even begin to tell you how many folk I know who fit the bill you have perfectly painted .. its a whole different ball game and a whole different world out there isn't it .. and quite a few of them I call friends .. Real, ragged and raw Thomas, the way it's meant to be .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
The older you get the less time you will be in jail being fed and watered Thomas.
Andy
So true. Thanks.
The eclectic mix of the book order is refreshing! In developed countries, jail life can almost be utopian, beyond its basic restrictions. Or so I imagine!
Thank you, my friend.
You’re welcome 👍🏻
Months in county jail on crap conviction, with maybe five books total to read; punishment by boredom. Learned mostly to scorn the so called "justice" system. Nice work here.
Me too. Thanks, Dan.
A powerful piece, Thomas. A fine write. Nicely done.
Thank you, Tom. Much appreciated.
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