Foundered

A homeless man liked to eat
Fried frog legs, because they
Tasted like chicken. And one
Day he ate so many that he
Became foundered on them,
Never wanting to eat frog
Legs again.

Locked Unit

no track of time

entombed darkly

faint sticky sounds

impending nudge through

pop slimy gooey squeeze

down to dirt city with

barbed wire godless creatures

dragged into a locked unit

I’m stripped of everything

except my clothes and a

shred of dignity and thoughts

they won’t let me see the stars

I don’t dare tell them I’m a poet

if they know, the subhuman

soultakers would subvert the truth