mike ruthenbeck

Galveston County Blues - Poem by mike ruthenbeck

five hundred years of learned men speaking
through countless books of poetry and prose
to a body feeling ninety years creaking
all though twenty six, thats just how it goes.
while I sweat through these current death throws;
standing in miserable imprisonment,
and striking a most impoverished pose
in jail, a less than good predicament
my time incarcerated detriment
to any cause a free man may follow.
these cops hear not, my words so eloquent
and so imprisoned I sit and wallow
in pain of having no sky overhead;
for skateboarding home to sleep in my bed.....

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

arrested for skateboarding in the street in Galveston, TX at midnight. with no shirt, or shoes on. and a bag of cereal from the gas station and a half gallon of milk. they even threw away my groceries. if it sounds petty to you, blow. I wouldn't have done that to anybody.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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