i am
an alien to my home
and thoughts

i sleep in a
dark space
a quiet place
curtains drawn,
shutting out the light

while slight old men in prison
fight the good fight,
of no cable
cold floors
and sharing showers with men
who look like
walking tattoos

and
truth be told
i lie awake
imagining one's face
and watch
as he closes his eyes forever,
a ten inch shank
dug deep into his chest

this is not
what you think your God created.