"mountjoy" poems
Here where prison is a place we call MountJoy
A young manboy just released
Shoots pool with plastic blue
Rosary beads
And fresh tattoo
And eyes on me
Runs his hand along his hard body
Says you see it done me good
Embraces everyone he meets
He knows he’s gonna keep
With this discipline
He knows that he can be
Anything he wants to be
Oh yes
Anyone he wants to be
Loving father
Good
Good son
Puppy, shark
Rolled into one
He has a story
Lessons learned
And a new hard body
All hard earned
Feels the tides inside him sing
The tears , the blood
Psychiatry
The library
Emotions men pretend to hide
It all comes out
In the world
On the inside
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
The night was fun,
She felt quite drunk,
But the taxi left without her,
She wrapped her shawl,
And shed her shoes,
And started singing out louder.
She walked and sang,
Quite merrily,
So unaware of danger,
A shadow showed,
A figure pounced,
She stood to face a stranger.
Her eyes were wide,
She shrieked with fright,
His knife rose up to cut her,
Her throat gaped open,
And blood flowed downwards,
Her flesh sliced just like butter.
Excitement grew,
He felt the rush,
And moved on to her gut,
His knife took on,
Its own cruel life,
And he continued with his eyes shut.
The moon gave off,
An eerie glow,
The blood tasted just like wine,
Another fix,
For lord mountjoy,
Strolls home to plan the next time....
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 5:48 AM UTC
The thirst was gripping,
His will was slipping,
A fix would sort him out,
A female ******
This genius surgeon,
To this faith, he is devout.
The moon shows up,
He drains his cup,
And enters into the night,
The wait seems longer,
He has time to ponder,
How he'll use his doctors knife.
And, look, he sees her,
His need is like fever,
He must be careful now,
Her drunken laughter,
He follows after,
And wipes his sweaty brow.
A sweep so quick,
And just a *****
Her neck leaks blood, so slowly,
His eyes close up,
His ego shows up,
Mountjoy leaves temporarily.
Here stands a monster,
Who pounced upon her,
climactic satisfaction,
His work plans grow,
He intends to show,
These girls, are, but a fraction...
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
The night was fun,
She felt quite drunk,
The taxi left without her,
She wrapped her shawl,
And shed her shoes,
The night was all about her,
She walked and sang,
Quite merrily,
So unaware of danger,
A shadow showed,
A figure pounced,
She stood to face a stranger,
Her eyes were wide,
She shrieked with fright,
His knife rose up to cut her,
Her throat gaped open,
Her blood flowed downwards,
Her flesh sliced up like butter,
Excitement grew,
He felt the rush,
And moved on to her gut,
His knife took on,
It's own cruel life,
He continued with his eyes shut,
The moon gave off,
An eerie glow,
Blood tasted just like wine,
Another fix,
For lord Mountjoy,
Strolls home to plan next time....
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC