Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.

(from "Gratitude")

THE CURSE

May they never
Return home at night...

May you have no part of eventide,
May you have no room of your own,
Nor road, nor return.
May your days be all exactly the same,
Five Fridays in a row,
Always an unlucky Tuesday,
No Sunday,
May you have no more little worries,
Tears or inspiration,
For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:

Prisoner!

Could it be that the planets are castaway heads.

Prison is like high school with knives.

And Joseph's master took him, and put him into the prison, a place where the king's prisoners were bound: and he was there in the prison.

And the keeper of the prison committed to Joseph's hand all the prisoners that were in the prison; and whatsoever they did there, he was the doer of it.