Jail Routines

[Tiger the Lion]

A faucet drips.
Dominos smack tables,

voices of bass notes  These 2 lines are clumsy. More words than meaning. Like you're trying too hard to find a poetic way of saying "men argue"
hold aggressive tones.

Masters of calisthenics, card games,
fisticuffs and commissary
recipes call for cautionary
measures in every endeavor. This strophe, a single sentence, seems to want to say 2 different things. Read it carefully. 

A faucet drip's
echo brings order
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation. I have a hard time believing the echo of a faucet's drip could bring order to chaos. Did you mean that it quiets the prisoner's mind?

Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello" tense issue here. You need "is/don't" or "was/didn't"
to those who didn't know.

A faucet's drip
distracts me, or us.
Or them, I must refer
due to color of skin. Confusing

Pen to paper,
eyes to paper,
heart to paper
keeps me living.

A faucet drips.

Hey Weeded. Been enjoying your progress in general. Still some remnants of rap here but marked improvement. Also, I have no problem with lines ending on the same word provided it is done deliberately, with purpose, and not used to force rhyme or meter. 
Paul