Poetry and Artwork by Johnny Gouveia

Poem #1
By Johnny Gouveia & Greg Shiga

It is cold inside,
hands sustaining warmth tide
Mind can wander to draw
relaxing sketching monsters to all
Grabs a pencil to begin
stay out of trouble as decision
That inside that was is tired
snoring without words next retired.

In Our Cell, Looking at Modesto
By Johnny Gouveia

Sitting thoughts of smoke
Flowing seeping arts of skeletons woke
Visions gloom from sad forever
Death as sight end of each per
Nothing being only to cry
Here is not but Modesto to try