Waiting for chow
waiting to shit
waiting right now
for the nose to quit,
Waiting for mail
waiting for sleep
waiting for sleep
waiting for yells
of prisoners to cease
There’s not much to see
and not much to do
just trying to do
just trying to be
and piss the time through
The only escape
is that of the mind
the mind can play types
of for letter times
In so many weeks
this process will end
a reception release
and mainline begins
For now I can just be
and he who I am
I set my mind tree
while my body’s hemmed in
I be and I wait
wait where I am
it will be truly great
when mainline begins.
By Star Moore
