A case of whiskey for the judge.
A jug of beer for the marshal.
A spit of ichor for the prisoner.
A fine judgement for the downtrodden.
A fair judgement. From a man. In different robes

Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.

He lay there in his pit
He looked at his thigh.
His unimportant plain skinned thigh.
And let the calm still day wash over him.

Surrendered his mind
Abandoned his thoughts.

As the gentle din caressed his ears.

The end came and went
As the tide licks at the shore.
He stared at the horizon
Its infinite dangerous glory
He stared and he was ok.

Whack a mole,
Catch a moth,
Crush a spider.

'This is not your best darling'
'put it away '.
'save sass for politics '.

'not here though darling '
'politics is for those who ain't got not no love in thier lives'.

' not like you and me.'

Our salt will stain the sky
As we pray everything's alright
We huddle as the meteors crash by.

Hold hands into the night,
A star! is all we cry,

Calamity crashes
Salvation in flames
As we fade into the night.

Your head in my hands,
Breathing slowly my scent
Choking and joking
It isn't as real as it is to me

Nuzzled in close.
My boosom in bloom.
Coughing rejecting
I dream of time when you can just love me.

I wash you away
A **** down the drain
Your silence are screams
I wish you would just make it up to me.