I'm sitting across
from the Devil
he's got the knife
I have a wooden spoon
that sun
each other
the moon
for months
my lawyer carries his priors
on a yellow post-it note in her palm
when she rattles off his guilty pleas
he's feeding the parking metre
ten minutes late and five rows behind
he watches the projected screen
my upper lip twitches
the heart doesn't work
like it used to
II
animals
pigs on the wing floating
between chimneys
at the Battersea Power Station
flying over Heathrow
do they speak in tongues
do I listen to their lies
animals
III
in the dock I'm holding a silver knife
touching a wooden spoon
the pause
between the charge
and sentence
neither of us can sleep
is longer, drawn out
more than any piece of string
hashtag #why I stayed
heavier, than the
thumping, beating
treasure
buried deep
IV
blue sky
that sun
what goes around
sky blue, little fish:
it's coming for me
the lawless
walk out
into the light
petitioning the dreamcourt
ReplyDeleteall whom I've wished are here
Love it.
ReplyDelete"your lawyers"?
Actually Rob in keeping with the 1st person it should be my lawyer (Legal Aid for the lawless!)
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DeleteI see. The Split Subject
"the lawyers mine carries his priors"
Dear Kristen. Hoping it goes well
(I'll get back in my box now)
Legal Aid on a band aid, something fizzy then pops. I love the lawless chronicles, and the bouncing off of you lot - all walking out into that light
ReplyDeleteYes James - Legal Aid on a bandaid! Glad you're enjoying the lawless chronicles. When they're finished I'm thinking of a Pre-Lawless series lol :)
DeleteHa. When they're finished. But before they are, I'm thinking that a lawless collection would look good on the bookshelf, as it tries to slip away from the ones on either side of it.
DeleteAbsolutely Rob - a lawless collection on the bookshelf for sure! And a collection with a collection of lawless poets too :)
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