A Brain in Jail

Jail

 

I take my brain out and put it in a goldfish bowl. It is a 24 karat brain. The politicians are always trying to reduce convict’s sentences.  Why don’t they reduce victims’ injuries?  As a felon I enjoyed prison. Don’t do me any favors.  I cried when I left, facing an insecure world.

 

The thoughts in my brain, in my goldfish bowl, are wet as water and soggy as failure.

 

I sold my wife’s six karet diamond wedding ring and her diamond necklace when I lost my business in 1993.

 

Jail was an enriching experience but not in terms of money. I had forgotten about some assets but most were gone.

 

I think my dishwasher job payed about 6 cents an hour. In the outside world I earned a thousand dollar an hour.  Ah, but the hours pass.  Who gives a damn?

 

I am approaching brokenness like an Indian on his knees trailing ripped moccasins. My teepee is my soul.  I get in touch with myself.

 

I had a good time in jail because I didn’t want to admit that the administration had beaten me.

In fact they hadn’t.  I won in that I could accept punishment with a smile.

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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