Soledad-CTF/North
                              Lassen B-341
                              prison aloneness cuts

11/13/62 and other things

waiting ... waiting ... waiting,
endlessly caressing
the hurting mind,
tired, so tired,
wanting the world
     of sanction,
     of love,
     of brothers,
     of feeling
if only for the second
when, if, time and space
and even feeling
do die, then
what?
parole, parole, parole,
only
for that word
do i my time abide!

                             12/23/62

xmas in prison,
promises of more torment
to come,
but
santa is too fat
for the ventilator shaft . . . HA!

                             1/?/63

how often
have iasked
of this infernal life


when it would render 
light and guidance-but 
then like fireflies 
she flew onto my hands 
and jivingly whispered
       "the way of puppets 
       has light and is light; 
       the way of wisdom 
       is to search and search 
       and never find . . ."

she was gloomy darkness 
and was hurt 
that i had queried
of light, that mad monstrous lecher.

                             4/14/63

all is lost
in
the futile dreams
of pintos and other human robots. . . .