Steel Doors and Stone Walls

Jail Bars

   Steel door, stone walls
   echo angry, silent calls.
     No one to hear;
     no one to care.

   Don’t search for compassion here.

   World of wire, house of chains.
   Useless prayers, hope is vain.
   Light is darkness, black is white.
   Night is day and day is night.
   All fades to gray, all minds despair.

   Don’t search for sanity here.


Blank faces, empty hearts.
Laughter stops, tears start.
   No one perceives,
   no one believes.

Don’t search for truth in here.

Halls of loathing, home of hate.
Tomb of life, you neutered place.
Love ends, nothingness begins.
Unfillable void for man made sins.
A glass to reflect hysterical fears.

Don’t search for reason here.

You father of felony, you spawner of sin.
You pretender to protection, you breaker of men,
you mansion of misery, you fabulous lie.
I’ll condemn and I’ll curse you
until the day that I die.
You purged my soul, now beware…

            …you’ll find no mercy there.


© 1989 Robert Carraher All rights reserved

About DirtyLowdown
I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy who always porched , usually on the subscribers porch. I washed cars and bussed tables which left me with a life time affliction of chapped lips. I was a soda fountain jock-jerk and a manic mechanic but my first real job was as a labor organizer in a maternity ward. Then, because of the misjudgment of a judge I spent nearly 10 years in the service of our country mostly on KP duty. Our country sure turns out a lot of dirty dishes. I am a past master at pots and pans. They eventually recognized my real talent and let me wander around some very unfriendly places carrying a big radio that didn’t work. Along the way I took up the bass guitar, jotting down stories, electronic engineering and earned a degree in advanced criminal activities. I spent most of my adult life, if you can call it that, working in the I.T. industry, which I was particularly suited for since we worked in rooms with no windows. On and off I taught in colleges, universities and reform schools as a student teacher… I like smog, traffic, kinky people, car trouble, noisy neighbors, and crowded seedy bars where I have been known to quote Raymond Chandler as pickup lines. I have always been a voracious reader, everything from the classics, to popular fiction, history to science but I have a special place in my heart for crime fiction, especially hard-boiled detective fiction and noir. I write a book and music review blog for all genres at The Dirty Lowdown and another dedicated to Crime Fiction and all things Noir called Crimeways. It’s named after the magazine that appeared in the Kenneth Fearing classic, The Big Clock. There I write scholarly reviews of the classic hard boiled, noir and crime fiction books from the 20's through today. Mostly I drool over the salacious pictures on the covers. I also write for Technorati/BlogCritics where I am part of a sinister cabal of superior writers.

2 Responses to Steel Doors and Stone Walls

  1. Steve says:

    Dark , hopeless and despairing….. I like it!

  2. Robert says:

    My specialty, once upon a time.

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