IOWA PRISON WRITING PROJECT

Peebles

^{A. HUDSON., IOWA}

I SECLUDE MYSELF
INTO THA DEPTS-
OF THINKIN
GLANCEN OUT
OF A WINDOW PLANE
WONDERING
IF YOU COULD HEAR
MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS
THRU THE CAPTION
OF A PICTURE FRAME
I YALE
LIKE THUNDER
ROARIN WIT THE RAIN
BEATIN AND COVERIN
THE ROOF TOPs
OF HOUSE’s, CAR’s, & TRAIN’s
A BLANKET OF PROTECTION
WHICH SHEKTER’s THOSE
THRU FAMILY LOVE, & PAIN
YO’ EYE’s, YO’ VISION
THRU LIFE’s JOURNEY
IS BUT NARROW
YET NEVER ALONE
A FAMILY JEWEL
CARRIES HIDDEN FIGURE’s
OF LIGHT-
U SO LONG FOR
ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT
AT THE END OF
THE TUNNEL
U’LL-CEE-IT-2
HOW WE
ILLUMINATE GOD’s WILL
WERE EVERY MAN, WOMAN, & CHILD
-EVOLVE-
TRANSFORMING
LAYER’s OF MUDD
LEFT BEHIDE
FROM THE ORIGINAL
GENERATION
OF MT CHEMICAL
MAKE-UP
-A CROWN-
THAT IS EMBEDDED
INSIDE YOU
-PEBBLES-