Jail Routines

[RiverNotch]

A faucet drips.
Dominos smack tables,
voices of bass notes
hold aggressive tones. Agree with earlier; should not be hold, but sound.

Masters of calisthenics, card games,
fisticuffs and commissary
recipes call for cautionary
measures in every endeavor. I get what you're doing with the line counts, but the break in comissary recipes is too awkward. Better a division suggested earlier, which, to repeat: "Masters of calisthenics, / card games, fisticuffs, / and comissary recipes / call for cautionary / measures in every endeavor." Never forget the Oggsford comma.

A faucet drip's
echo brings order "A faucet drip's / echo": I get the play with verbal sound here, but the thought sound is too awkward; caught me off guard, and in this poem, I don't think that was warranted. Nevertheless, I like the general idea in this stanza; perhaps remove "or", for smoothness.
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation.

Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello"
to those who didn't know. The image is in the present; the action that brought it up, in the past. At least that's how I got it; I could see it as being seen as an error, too. Stick with what you favor.

A faucet's drip The change here, from faucet drips to faucet's drip, is better than in the last stanza.
distracts me, or us. me, us, them should flow; the periods and ors break it, for me. Here's my take:
A faucet's drip
distracts me, us -- them,
due to color of skin.
Or them, I must refer
due to color of skin.

Pen to paper,
eyes to paper,
heart to paper
keeps me living. Like this stanza.

A faucet drips. Good, round, end.
If I ever go to prison (which I hope I won't), this could be a game -- base a series of verses on a faucet's drip, faucet drip, faucet drips, faucet drip's----