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It All Comes Back

by Spoon Jackson

It all comes back to me
The invisible man used to see
It comes back to me now
The madness of Folsom prison.

Being on orientation
is worse than the hole
no window, no sunlight, no books
one stamped envelope , two pieces of paper

one pair of boxers, no socks
a toilet paper, orange jump suit--
I try to pace in silence
but flip-flop shoes won't allow that

I've never been to sleep
all day and night but right now
I long too--not even a roach
or a spider to look at.

It all comes back to me
metal blocked tiny window
not enough sunlight to warm
a bee's butt.