Jeremy ex con

Born in the bellows of confusion´s sea´s laughter!
Who knows where he will land, a damp cell perhaps a leaking limbo.
At night his subconscious revises his youth.
He dreams inside nightmare´s scaley crawling walls.
Once he´d roam the streets with a blade up his dirty sleeve.
Wrath in his face like a bad potatoe.
Fear in his lungs and his neck.
Confusion´s sea´s laughter, where breast milk and tenderness were absent.
Where lost souls helped to leverage themselves on their own self pity.
Hysterically laughing about the black hole they were knitting.
Those were Jeremy´s clothes holding his skinny droopy body.
He robbed the Polish conveniece shop in Ealing, even before his black eye had healed.
He picked a fight with a cop after he got caught for stealing.
Behind bars and guards,locks and gates, yearning to be free.
In his mind he keeps swimming in confusion´s sea.