Hoosegow

Get down in time,
With Clemintine,
You'll have a chicken,
Sausage, feta omlett,

At breakfast time,
Or when the water's fine,
When it's time to go,
You gotta do what you can to...

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get.
If they are against you they will lose that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Each for his own,
Each king his own.
Every rolling stone,
Gets down in the hoosegow.

MANY things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no end
To the yes-yes, yes-yes, me-too, me-too.
  
The aprons of silence covered me.
A wire and hatch held my tongue.
I spit nails into an abyss and listened.
I shut off the gabble of Jones, Johnson, Smith.
All whose names take pages in the city directory.
  
I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around.
I locked myself in and nobody knew it.
Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow
Knew it-on the streets, in the postoffice,
On the cars, into the railroad station
Where the caller was calling, "All a-board,
All a-board for .. Blaa-blaa .. Blaa-blaa,
Blaa-blaa .. and all points northwest .. all a-board."
Here I took along my own hoosegow
And did business with my own thoughts.
Do you see? It must be the aprons of silence.

Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.

The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.

Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.

Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry