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