Last night I slept on air
despite incarceration
but woke to some despair
undeniable deflation
for bars were everywhere
and chances of probation
were thinner than that air
that once was my salvation
Tonight I'll sleep on stone
and revel in my hunger
more lonely than alone
a misbegotten blunder
and while I'm lying prone
I may start feeling younger
and stir the tempest in my bone
that rumbles low like thunder.
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