The evening light
on Yellow block
paying off the debts
to society
I live between
five and eight
when they have TV
sometimes a ‘phone
beyond the control
of the key
and I get wired
thinking of her
lilac as the night
taken from Kerouac
where she lives
with the kids
and I get tired
and frightened
with love
from the inside
the walls,a life
the bars,a clock.

By Tony Wailey