Part One: C-Block Special
beginnings carved in an iron haze
I. Prison Blues and Familiar Faces Buzzed in and buzzed out, Cameras tracking shadow with Glass eye and red blinking light One last fuck-up, one lapse in judgment To send black ass back Under boot of man. No luck, no attempt, Just shuffling feet. Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning. There’s a pocket worth of change And a broken watch, That skips back and forth Tick tock, four...