In the Joint

Jackie Haugen

Jackie Haugen

We all see the world
through inmate eyes
while we’re doing time
for our innocent crimes
It is just that our bars
aren’t made of steel
in cellblocks locked

Ours is solitary time
ordered by a warden
whom we’ve never met
enforced by the guards
who will not ever leave
who tuck us in at dusk
wake us before dawn

We feast on recipes
while sipping vintages
read reviews of books
surf the web for its art
our flowers are virtual
as are all our friends
We our only reality

We could walk free
having done our time
but then who’d we be?
And what would we do?
Better to write a poem
for some captive soul
than jingle some fool

“Guys in the joint were my first primary audience.
If you can play a guitar or paint or say poems,
you get an audience . . .” ~ Etheridge Knight


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to In the Joint

  1. I’m getting an image of Morgan Freeman…

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