Jad 9
Poetry
I live inside a prison
between the walls
beside the two other prisons
the birds do not sing
not even the rustle of feathers
I live in California
and howl at the moon
until my lungs give out
I live for the next love song
remembering the taste of cigarette
and whiskey from my still
in the herbon
the boat lights
fade into memories 6/2/20 Steve Burkett
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