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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JUSITN HYDE
that man right there pouring concrete for a kentucky fried chicken on southeast 14th did eighteen years maximum security in pelican bay for running meth with the hells angels and stabbing a cop. he's at work release for one year then ten years on federal parole. i've personally seen him do sixteen one-armed pull-ups and if he said 'boo' the piss in your bladder would freeze. yesterday three in the morning i was sitting next to him in the chow hall while he bawled. it was the fifth anniversary of his mother's death which he wasn't allowed to attend while in federal prison. sometimes the heartache's enough to choke out any light, he said before composing himself. one more and i'll get out of your hair boss? he asked pulling a marlboro from behind his ear. they aren't supposed to smoke after eleven at night but i gave him the go ahead. us short guys gotta stick together, he smiled after lighting up and showed me how to take out a knee permanently with my shoulder in a split second just in case one of these fuck-nut cons ever decided to get froggy with me. Justin Hyde has had stuff published in Thieves Jargon, Zygote in my coffee, Cerebral Catalyst and other on-line and print publications. His blog is at http://fdostoev.blogspot.com |
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