We grew up down the road from prison,
my brother and I, and Prison stayed with us. He

got an iron lung: life sentence,
But time off
For good behavior. Me,

I just got Life, stepping on my own dick in perpetuity

Tripping over it to pick up
the nickel I give away
-next block-

to the past or future
convict cantoring,

"Change for food,
change for food,
-thank-you, Handsome-
change for food."