I’ve
worked hard
to
wear these prison
greens
bonnaroo down
brogans
spit-shined
greens
ironed to a razor-edge
I’m
the man with the tatted-face
missing
that jade-eyed woman
putting
in the work
doing
dirt
swallowing
bitter fruit
dancing
in the emerald-haze
of
this man-made
abyss
with these prison greens.
Prison Greens
