Internal Dialogue, a poem.

Internal Dialogue

…. his back was turned

  From me,

I heard a muffled voice,

   I should have killed ya’ when

   I had the chance….”

The Warden politely coughed,

  “Pardon me?”

“Sorry, Warden, I wasn’t

  Talking to you, sir.

I was thinking of the friend

 Who put me in this chair you’re

 strappin’ me in.”

A man with no lighter to light his cigarette,

  Spotted a burning house on his side of road.

  He lit his cigarette and continued walking.

She is fifty-five, a happy hooker,

   ( because she ain’t  got no pimp)

     Suddenly feels alone.

I walked in a desert,

   there was no water

   Anywhere, but there are

 oceans and oceans of

      Algae (and some of them speak)

 I’ve been home once,

     But Detroit ain’t there no

    more.

I’ve grown old.