Two | FAMM

Two

Silently I sit by
watching men pace their cells
biting their nails
with furrow brows

Smoking cigarettes
or weed
thinkin’ ’bout the future
or their time

Drinking’ a Pepsi
or some Hooch
provided by a storeman
in another block

C/O’s on their rounds
janglin’ their keys
whistling a tune
through gapped teeth

Chewin’ Red Man
in clenched jaws
A ball cap on their heads

Two men
their worlds collide
one with his mouth
the other with a shank

Cussin’ by one
cuttin by the other
One ends up dead
the other in the SHU

— Johnny L.

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