amphibi.us

shade,
with pencil …
i have

to stay here,
since this darkness
overcame us.

and, time turned
into a term
for both
day and night.

how long
before the
leaves, where

we two
orange fruits
hang

–four-flights up,
splay …

gray in the morning
mist.

a roaring
pride of toilets
sit–steel, lidless …

in each cell.
restless strangers
are locked in

a walk-in
closet …

it holds no
change
of clothes.

& danger
lines

up one-
full-hour
for a shower …

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2009

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