Robin Wyatt Dunn
 Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. Recently he was made a finalist for LA poet laureate.
Prison, prison prison
Prisoner, prisoner

Prison my prisoner

My prisoner

Prisoner!

Prison once meant "prize"

Hold it in your hands

This beautiful thing

Shiny
Noble
Astonishing
Concrete and blood

This prize
Earns rewards
Earns friends

It keeps you awake at night

it sleeps under your bed

It marches centuries
like water

This prize

Beacons
This mark
over your eye

I am your prisoner

I am your prison


© 2017 Robin Wyatt Dunn
Robin Wyatt Dunn was a Featured Poet at the March 2017 Second Sunday Poetry Series