Description of a murder on the prison rec yard one warm summer afternoon as seen through the eyes of poet #7145


Love is not dead here
it’s only in suspended animation
And every now and then (if you listen)
there’s a hopeful note, even among the cursing voices
of these crap shooters on the rec yard

Somebody’s go’na die today
‘Cause too many dreams are in the pot
and everybody ’round the circle is ready to die if necessary
’cause we’re all down to our last dreams


There’s a ballet
Three dancers
Two prancing in circles around one standing still, piercing him
sending him through a series of bazar upper torso movements
As spectators in box seats on stilts clutch high-powered rifles
and watch through binoculars

And it pisses me off ’cause the band has stopped practicing, to watch
And it should have been done to music!

Love Is

We met
we loved, we were parted.
But I took something of her with me.
And she kept something of me with her.
Because our Love is song
a beautiful song, unspoiled by lyrics
and though distance separates us
my heart sings that song constantly

Our Love is a poem
a beautiful poem unruined by words
and though time has parted us
her soul recites that poem daily

You see, a song is not the music
a brings about a certain feeling
but a certain feeling that brings about the music
A poem is not the words that gave birth to an emotion
but the emotion out of which the words grew

Distance is but a grain of sand
upon the shores of space
time is only a finger on the hand of duration
And Love is a bridge that traverses the universe
from one end to the other
joining all together
into eternity

from the book: Some Gentle Moving Thing
by james c. floyd jr.

A love story

Once upon a time there was a frog that changed into a handsome prince when kissed by a beautiful princess with an hourglass shape and a three-hundred dollar weave. The beautiful princess fell madly in love with the handsome prince, but here our story only begins. You see she (the beautiful princess) was in love with him (the kissed-frog-turned-handsome-prince), but he was still very much inclined toward frogs. Whenever they made love he always insisted it be in the royal bathtub, and afterward he would just light up a smoke, lean back and go, “Ribbit ribbit ribbit.” This made the beautiful princess very sad.

So she went to the royal alchemist and ordered him to change her into a frog so the handsome prince would pay more attention to her. The royal alchemist went to a shelf, took several jars of powder, mixed them together, poured some Gator Aid and some Mountain Dew on top, stirred it up, popped it in a microwave on high for three minutes, and gave it to her to drink. It smelled like a five day old Bick Mack that had been hidden under a funky armpit too long. She held her nose and gulped it down. As she swooned, she heard the alchemist say, “Who dat say who dat when I say who dat?” Then she farted and changed into a large green frog. The large green frog said, “Ribbit ribbit ribit…ribbit rib…bit,” which is frog for, “Gee I didn’t think you could do it. Thanks. Got’ta go now. See ya.” And she hurried off to meet the handsome prince and tell him the good news.

But as she hopped along the palace corridor the court jester caught her, and gained some points with the palace cook, by allowing the palace cook to gain some points with the king, by serving the king’s favorite dish: fried frog legs with collard greens hot water cornbread, and French fries on the side.

But our story doesn’t end here. One evening, in the woods down by the royal pond, the queen cornered the handsome prince and said, “Hey babe let’s hook up.” He told her he’d rather be with a frog. And she had him committed to Middle Tennessee Mental Health Psychiatric Hospital for an indefinite period of time.

And the moral of this story is: WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE, JUST BE YOURSELF.