Inside

new cellys..

sharing living arrangements

that isn’t…no

that Ain’t Easy!

it never is its the worst news

getting a new celly that you didn’t choose

even celling with some friends

yaw kinda kool outside the room

but living together is a whole other issue

sharing food space and trust

its an intrusion, privacy is big

do they have their own stuff

this they first time in prison or not

do they know how to do time

are they institutionalized

“…aye Young Russ, who your celly?”

Idk, he from Lincoln

I just left so he could move his things in

“you didn’t screen him, what color is he?”

I didn’t feel like talking…I’ll rap with him later

shit, couples in love can barely live together

and now I have to search for compatibility

or cope with being uncomfortable

sharing testosterone ain’t easy

this room ain’t big enough for the both of us!

I got my schedule

you moved in

fit in…or get out

don’t snore

I snore

don’t fart

or flush them and burn the scents

clean up

make your bed

you take showers?

you got soap?

wipe the water off the sink

wipe the toilet seat

wash your hands

don’t be in here all day!

I need my space and alone time too

what’s your name?

what’s your charge?

where you from?

don’t touch my stuff

oh, you know him?!

that’s what’s up!

My name WayOfLife

or you can call me Young Russ,

I’m koo kinda goofy

but chill mostly

my schedule is like this and that

that koo?

fuhsho how much time you got left

damn that’s crazy

we just might get along

what’s your story?

you hungry?

you need anything?

can you see the TV?

you break, you buy

otherwise mi casa y su casa

but its mostly mi casa!

lol…but for real tho, you feel me?

protect the fort with your life, aight

no visitors after 8

my shows are on

u watch the voice?

He did his time, sitting in place

travelling only in his mind

finding his spot, he sat

daily, and there

he was, and in that place he began

taking in the scenery

listening to the many voices, until

peace became his sound

viewing the same routines

same movements-different bodies, faces

he sat there, watching

absorbing the elements-

regardless the weather, because this was his routine,

there, he remained still

but he escaped

into the vast highways of his mind

learning more of himself

or maybe regretting what became of himself

despite the crashing of thoughts and emotions

trying to decipher which was what

stoically his demeanor prevailed

never letting on

a show of contemplation

nor contention

solemn, tranquil, still

he’d smile

laugh

talk

then, silence

vanishing within his mind

insurrecting to an uncrowded place

there’s only him

nothing can be, without his ascent

and as he sat

and sat

and sat

he became and remained free

free for the moment

(…yard closed!)

until now

so he got up

but we all knew

he’d be right back

that’s how he did his time, still

and still,

he did his time

his name was

Mr.E