lily

So i ran into a friend when i got arrested the other day for squatting, or "criminal trespassing."
Black steel to my head in the night that got murdered just by two steps stumbled off the path, and who could have thought that all of this could go wrong? It wasn't the first time i had a gun to my head, Maybe not the last. They had us surrounded like we had robbed a bank, But maybe one of us had.
"Get the fuck up miss."
Looked up at the sky only to smile shyly at the full moon and all of her secrets and tricks. They opened the back of the van door which was already full of people who had the right to remain silent, handcuffed in darkness. I sat next to my old dope dealer charlie who was nodding out incessantly but looked at me with opiate glazed eyes and spoke softly "See you in a few years Lily." Not only did they find his stash and bank robbery money on him but he was also on parole. Sometimes they wake us up when the dream gets too good.
"We should go to court tomorrow morning" The girl next to me said.
"Yeah, or tomorrow night" I said
"She knows the system" The puerto rican man across from me said and laughed.
I couldn't stop looking in my homeboys eyes though, As he sat with a heart condition with his head banging against the van door and if my eyes could speak baby they'd whisper "I'm sorry."
I love freedom like air which is necessary for all life.
Shared war stories and cigarettes with the crazy mexican lady in our small cell, Yelling back and forth to our homeboys.
She kept eyeing the dopesick blonde girl sleeping in a fetal position. She said she wanted to "Rob that bitch", but i talked her out of it. She had this immense knowledge of herbal cures and swore she could communicate with god.
I told her to ask god something but she got released before she could communicate the answer........
And fate brought me outside of that courtroom and jail two days later with sweat baptizing the sidewalk and the world wasn't reborn at all. It was just the way i had left it except love had awoken in the air with freedom.
I picture charlie in rikers island with the methadone kicking in playing cards in the dayroom. In a few years they'll give you your wings back.....and during that time hopefully i'll learn how to fly. I have court tomorrow, say a little prayer.
Love, Lily