Alcatraz

Surrounded by shifting seas
Cloaked by mist
Turtle-green collapses
Into black and blue.
My jagged shores show no hope,
Bleak days wind away
Into struggle; my captives have
Long since gone.
Decayed bodies reminisced
By crumbling mortar.
Days wasted away
To fragmented thoughts
Scared faced bumpy birdmen
And pretty boys, Found
Hallowed halls of interrupted behavior
Lead along the trails of blood.
Misfortune, misdeeds, and misadventure
Continued to cold
Calculated conviction.
Eighty-four thousand tons
Of burnt orange steel structure,
Staggered peaks across the horizon.
The streets that held
The hipsters of old
Now pave the tour bus lane.
Saw the best minds
Of my generation
Howl in the City Lights
Here before the gold rush,
Here when it is gone