Memory Of A Conjugal Visit Poem by Jeff Wrubel

Everything known outside oneself is secondhand
Secondhand clothes worn on store bought bones
Recycled bones trained for carousels of sand
The tide and time eroding what we're told to own

Virgin sand scarred by the drawn line of expectation
Taught to trace it to the sea, wading hand in hand
Cover band playing the chorus, and gifting affectation
Float away, following, followed, you never owned the land

A chain gang still has eyes, to choose what to behold
Death row inmates have ears, life humming across the wall
The bond of time is a blessing, boundaries within to unfold
Individuality a gift to one, from one a gift to all

Think outside the box, order strange cocktails in bars
Love the skin you're in and the gravity down to the ground
Unlearn the prison walls, the Hollywood maps to the stars
Rewrite history, you conduit, pull your constellations earthbound