Reflective Vulnerabilities

                                           They've tried restraining me articulately in four by four padded cells, safe and cushioned from dull walls to vague ceiling surfaces. They commenced feeding me through unraveling prosthetic tubes, injecting me with myriad antibiotics and endless saline fluid. Telling me to attend group-like settings permanently (for the rest of my undesirable existence), subjecting me to random urine analyses. They said that I couldn't have it all no matter how horrid the odds were against me, perhaps they were correct. Perhaps I don't give a Fuck. These people do not care for my personal well being, on the contrary, I wouldn't care if their darling precious little ones got terribly flattened by a heavily penetrable trailer tractor semi.
                                          Another psychiatric weekday along institutional boundaries. The clock on the wall times itself into sociopath-like suicidal submission. Waiting my time out in remote repulsive reptile zoos, attempting to appear somewhat acceptable before judicial officials. When you're in the system, they'll get you. I live my life correspondingly aware of potential circumstances and likely consequences. Subtle peers and acquaintances remain interchangeable along temporary time-lines. Family and friends, indulge yourselves, have a cigar, maybe a nice towering tumbler of single malt Tennessee scotch, live it up while you can. While I'm incarcerated at the county sweating out inevitable hunger and dirty soiled socks. Perishable bactericide peanut butter in month old Tupperware.
                                          Word on the block is you got yourself a nice obese obtuse pregnant-again baby's mama waiting for you on visiting Tuesdays. I had myself a girlfriend once who came to visit me in jail, it didn't last though (go figure). The romantic charm wears off when you exit the can. "Oh we're gonna do this, we'll accomplish that", Bullshit. Well maybe we could remain friends? Uh OK, there's a better chance I might hit the lottery and never have to see your sorry pathetic ass again. "How are you anyhow? Tell me about your problems, I'd love to hear about them". I don't think so, already got enough of them.
                                          Black smoke enveloped the darkened village plaza square. Modern centuries furtively overlapped themselves through thwarted naive passage-ways and cunning primitive measured prejudices, We sat together through moist fertile seasons, listening intently to heavenly drizzle soak dampened neighborhood flower beds. Our love was new and old. Ancient and fresh. We drank translucent vase droplets, bottoms up, glass nozzle pressed to youthful lipstick. Your flesh was our flesh, timelessly amounting your frail skin's prevalent vulnerabilities. I savored your thick pulsating loins aimlessly with precarious tongues of mythological merchant seamen.
                                          We were not immune to subtle reflective correspondent invisibilities.