Tony Avila Sampson
Tony Avila Sampson Poems
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Feel captivities firm grip smother out the fun,
The stretch of its reach felt with each pass of the sun;
Metal doors slam shut, rumbling their echos down the hall,
Now come jail bar shadows to lurk upon the night wall;
There would come death to silence but for the jailers' keys,
To rattle the quiet where freedom none sees;
Moment by moment goes time so deep to know,
Where the inuring gloom of imprisonment, time creeps so very slow...
When I bent and reached there down,
The tire made a hissing sound;
I made a puncture with each blow,
Released the air and let it flow;
Now look who got that simple gift,
Some flat tires, did so swift;
See the car I'm standing near?
Has whistling tires that I hear!