{POETRY SOOTHES THE BEAST} THE CELL
THE SOUND OF THE BEAST IN RETROSPECT...
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Man or beast... He ponders this... He slightly feels the pain... So exquisitely.
Some he has caused and some he has been the victim of...
At times even his eyes mist and threaten rain... It running in rivulets down his face to be evaporated... Dripping to be absorbed by the fabric of his shirt.
This theoretical torrent... This salty water...
He waxing poetic... He waning spent words fading away...
A new form perhaps?
These sordid thoughts trickling onto paper... A new number two pencil in a jail cell...
Young brother beating on the wall... Dropping fyah ass lyrics.
All these seemingly lost souls on a slaveship en route to the mythical land of instant fame and fortune... the far off land of ain't no way where big green buds hang off of puff puff dreams.
White judges wear deep black robes... Grim reaper with a gavel in his skeleton hand... The pain... The pain... A scream... Death and rebirth.
These emissions scribbled, all that will be left.
He cold lowered into the hardest of earth... What he wonders is he?
Man or beast.
Could he possibly be the healing?
Scab on an open wound?
Regenerated flesh.
He dreams of family.. of love.
The soft tongue of a woman in his mouth... her puffy nipples betwixt his fingers...
He so close to eruption.
His seed staining the white sheets.
Am I?
He ponders...
Man or the most savage of beasts?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
