Daydream In The Nightime Poem by Weldon Davis

A group of inmates
Stand
Around the sink putting
Ramen noodles in a clear
Trash bag
On a Friday night

I sit on a trashcan in my cell
Being observant

I thought
If I had the power
I'd set em all free

Instead of crowding a sink
They'd be around a grill
Instead of discussing
Possible sentences, Who's snitching,
Etc

They'd be talking about work
Enjoy'n life with their children
In the sweet spring time

Their escape is my escape
Their heaven is my heaven
In this place
So similar
To a coffin