proton bicycles

(9.18.19 prison letter)

grab me,

it could be another chance. I know they can’t keep these wings clipped for long still, hell is a transit pulling us back to all those places from the past.. maybe this time I will hang. I hear the gallows are far cleaner ..

it’s good to find the hinges on these doors well oiled so no hand gets trapped …the path I traveled is well worn and I am here, trapped so I will never need to travel that well known road again. this is why I’ll never shake myself free from your grasp telling you I don’t deserve it, hard truths like these…

what if our job is to rewrite all those things they left scattered in the gardens out west.. this is a separation of 30 years.. what if we can change it all now remembering what it is to stand close as we were, back there when I had a good friend. let’s just promise to remember this too before the lying lips are found and replaced… I begged to be sent here, fought hard for my incarceration… I have asked to be sent here and I will go wherever you say

art credit :Charles Rex Arbogast/AP