Written: 11/10/2025
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
So then the inmates are for me?
Or maybe not.
Am I my own enemy?
How I pace the rooms of my new house
making religious-like divots in the tile.
I guess that's a good question to ponder.
Self-isolation as I have in this pod.
The passing of black and grey thoughts.
While pacing I saw a butterfly charm last night
lying on my new kitchen floor.
Thought of friends and enemies
lost in time.
That Saturday afternoon when I thought about
breaking my freedom to assault an old friend upon
the shrine of tobit for the sake of revenge.
Now-a-days I have no enemies.
Even surrounded by cells housing maniacs,
monsters, criminals, car jackers and parole violators.
Everyone around me loves me.
If I was born in the animal kingdom I'd
be a capybara sitting with the
ducklings, cats and crocodiles.
The beautiful late night
with a computer screen in front of me
shines well and they are all asleep.
And I ask: "Am I ignorant? Knowing
more about Las Cruces than I should?"
For the man who's friends make friendly enemies
Seemingly gauche and unabridged.
I wink and say hush to confuse
only the company of myself.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
Written: 11/10/2025
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
So then the inmates are for me?
Or maybe not.
Am I my own enemy?
How I pace the rooms of my new house
making religious-like divots in the tile.
I guess that's a good question to ponder.
Self-isolation as I have in this pod.
The passing of black and grey thoughts.
While pacing I saw a butterfly charm last night
lying on my new kitchen floor.
Thought of friends and enemies
lost in time.
That Saturday afternoon when I thought about
breaking my freedom to assault an old friend upon
the shrine of tobit for the sake of revenge.
Now-a-days I have no enemies.
Even surrounded by cells housing maniacs,
monsters, criminals, car jackers and parole violators.
Everyone around me loves me.
If I was born in the animal kingdom I'd
be a capybara sitting with the
ducklings, cats and crocodiles.
The beautiful late night
with a computer screen in front of me
shines well and they are all asleep.
And I ask: "Am I ignorant? Knowing
more about Las Cruces than I should?"
For the man who's friends make friendly enemies
Seemingly gauche and unabridged.
I wink and say hush to confuse
only the company of myself.
A poem about being at my new jail career job late at night
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