Solitary Refinement Chapter 30

Dear Joshua and Elizabeth                                April 28th 2018

How long has this been going on? I wish I’d yelled all this at you this morning, I was just so blind with rage I couldn’t. You two are lucky I’m much more articulate on paper than in person. You going to tell me Josh? I can not believe this. This is so much worse than the idea that my cellmate might try to rape me tonight. Is that why you suggested I look into divorce? To pave the way for you keeping my side of the bed warm? You really are a bastard you know that. That you would take the opportunity of my wrongful imprisonment to seduce my wife. That is sick really sick. Then when you know I might be dying, instead of letting me die in ignorance you come here with my own wife to try to explain to me about why I should really sign the divorce papers. Couldn’t you have just let me die without dealing with all of this, you obviously don’t care about me at all.

I had been in such a glum mood, as if the weather outside was mirrored in my countenance. It was raining so hard outside and the wind was howling and I remember looking out the window into the storm thinking I’d still rather be out there if it was with my Liz. I was so looking forward to seeing who it was when a guard came and told me I had a visitor. It was still early, just after breakfast just earlier today. I didn’t know who, I thought maybe you Liz had received my last letter and had a change of heart and wanted to let me see your lovely face one last time before I went to deal with what you both know is coming for me. God damn it, it was the happiest I’d ever been in here. I stopped at the bathroom on the way over to try and arrange my hair the best I could, the way I know you like it Liz. Tried to wash away the sweat and wash my face hoping the bloodshot eyes would go away. I didn’t even care about the cave that time looking into the mirror, I would have marched in there alone with weapons brandished ready to laugh in the face of whatever I encountered.

She’s come to see me, finally. This will be okay it’ll take time but everything will work out. That’s what I was thinking on my way over.

Then I saw you both, together. It didn’t even register at first. Damn she’s beautiful I was thinking, wearing the red top and black skirt that I like, your hair down. You looked so good, I just wanted there to be no glass between us so I could touch your hand.

That was until I saw the two of you were holding hands.

That was until I saw you weren’t wearing your wedding ring.

That was until I saw the divorce papers and a shiny new pen sitting on the table ready to slide under the partition. You’d even marked the spots I needed to sign and initial. Well aren’t you thoughtful.

Were you jealous I’d landed myself such a hot wife Josh? Is that it you just had to have one more notch on your bedpost, sorry my bedpost?

Or was it you Liz? Were you so done and tired with me that you figured my incarceration was an easy out? Was I that awful? I know I’m not the smartest or best looking, didn’t make the most money but I loved you and I cared. That’s all I ever wanted from you, why wasn’t it enough for you, that you had to go to my best friend the moment opportunity presents itself? You know if you had just told me you wanted a divorce a long time ago I would have given it to you? It would have broken my heart like you wouldn’t believe, but I’d have done it. As long as I still get to see the kids, and I give you what you want most. That’s what I tried to do just about every damn day why wouldn’t I do it here? I just don’t get it. If you hate me or just don’t love me, that sucks but if you leave me what could I do about it really? This though, this is like intentional torture. Pernicious. Yeah that’s right pernicious. Liz you always wanted me to try and sound smarter, so I’ve been reading books and poetry in here. Hoping one day I could recite you something romantic. Improving my vocabulary so I could impress you with how smart I got. I did all that from inside prison so I could return to you better than when I came here, so you could finally be proud of me.

Yet there the two of you were, just waiting for me to sign. Wouldn’t even tell me where the kids were. Just that they’re “fine”, whatever the hell that means. Oh and that I’d be allowed to see them once I was finished serving my sentence.

Allowed!?

ALLOWED!!!!

Are you kidding me, do you honestly think you’ll be able to keep them from me? Right now I have two knives in my cell and I am prepared to kill people to ensure I get back to my family in one piece. You’re telling me that my children are the only pieces of that left. Everything else is just in my way. I have loved you both, and I have given all of myself to being a husband and father and friend. Father is all that’s left. Do you have any idea what is left of the man who first walked through these doors? In the last week my cellmate threatened and attempted to assault me. He is a sex criminal. Also the person I’d been counting on to protect me, the one who for some reason I don’t even know keeps Kal away from me, he won’t do it anymore. Wouldn’t really even say why, just won’t. I am completely on my own in here and now you tell me I am completely on my own out there too. With the exception of my babies of course. Go ahead tell Alister that I’m coming home, I don’t know how long it’ll take but I’ll get there. I think I may take a page out of Ziggy’s book and decide life on my own terms.

I’ve changed.

You’ll find I can be pernicious too.

A.N. I’d love to know what people are thinking of this story so far.

300 Seconds


300 seconds that’s all it took

To get you to sleep,

I’d sing my favourite songs

And hope you felt the vibrations

Through my chest and into yours.

You’ve known my voice for a while now

And I hope it still spells safety for you.

The older you get and more questions you ask

The more I want to know what you think of the world.

I’m not sure what to tell you,

It’s complicated my son.

Trust people?

No not that, certainly not that.

That was my mistake, it won’t be yours.

Love people?

Yes always.

Be generous?

Yes always.

Yet remember, every man woman or child

That you treat as friend,

Is enemy to themselves half the time.

Our Lord said it best,

Be as shrewd as serpents

And innocent as doves.

I’ll always hold you tight

And steady in the night,

Just as he’s held me

When I got my wounds.

I’ll sing your favourite songs

And hope you feel the vibrations

Through my chest and into yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

Chin Whiskers

White hair and pale eyes to match,

Deep lines in your loose skin

Marking many winters of the body

And many more of the heart.

Mam can I ask about your chin whiskers?

Were you of such a beauty in youth

That in age it requires new roads to travel?

Now that you’re eyes are unclear

And your legs unsteady,

Majesty comes pouring off your face

Now that your words make no sense.

Don’t worry mam I understand now,

You were somebody’s queen

In a kingdom long fallen.

– Vagabond Prophet

Uncommon Tongue

Accents are hard

The R’s never end

And the understanding

Never begins.

So thick as to be spread

On the barrier between,

More mortar for the wall.

But when she spoke to me

In an uncommon tongue,

In the dialect of my soul

It was all over for me.

You were destined to invade

To lay claim to my heart

Shocking me into perfect communion

With wonder dripping from your lips.

– Vagabond Prophet

Cover Art

Said you don’t want to move to Seattle,

That’s fine you’ve got enough rain

Falling off your disdain

For anybody just a little different.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

But I can’t help but wonder at the scars

On this man saying he lives in cars,

Who’d design a cover that way?

Dad will they have a happy ending?

With such a sad middle.

Thinking, thumbs mid twiddle,

“Son avert your eyes.”

No real answer

Just don’t think about it.

It works as long as you forget

That each person is a story.

Dad if you’d just turn a few pages

Look past the cover,

See he’s a lover

With no flowers left to give.

– Vagabond Prophet

Colour Wheel

Blood in different hues

Red’s coming from blues

Deep scarlets

And shallow crimsons.

Life stories in different shades,

Humour like strawberries,

Regret like beets,

Pride bright as the robins chest.

Dozens of you lying there

Blood pulsing through those tubes,

A colour wheel crafted by disease.

– Vagabond Prophet

Ought

I can smell vanity a mile away,

Like a festering wound covered up

In finest perfume and cleverest shadows.

Some things ought to rot

Be swept away and sucked under.

If you could live forever

Would you really want to?

The promise of death is a blessing.

I’ll be vile enough a creature

In eighty long years.

I don’t want to meet the person

Who’s hitched a thousand rides

Around the sun, insistent it’s still fun.

– Vagabond Prophet

Everything


You’re shapeless and that’s hard sometimes

I try to picture you and my mind just swirls

Like cream poured slowly into coffee.

This one thing helps,

That you’ve shaped everything I’ve ever loved.

Every contour and edge,

All the care and strength transcendent.

Everything captures much,

Nothing escapes that net called “everything”

Except you.

– Vagabond Prophet