sleep shatters

 

my sleep shatters

neath a diamond moon

 

my eyes sting

in dim bedroom light

 

white walls like velvet

welcome me home

 

my embrace

is only warmth

 

my heart is a vacuum

hoping against dawn,

hoping

at least

for a longer night

 

 

cheap nights

 

 

the Law & Order theme

reminds me of

blood stained walls,

little flecks

faded orange,

from a dull needle

as I pushed

water through

 

smoke alarm calling

to disinterested occupants

increasing the panic

and then

hunting a girl

who cut herself

where no one could see,

love

just a mirage

in a personal

desert

 

hand rolled cigarettes

built

from the tobacco of acrid butts

 

waiting for the continental breakfast

at a hotel

I couldn’t afford

learning

hunger trumps

shame

 

the Law & Order theme

the most natural beauty

found

of cheap

nights

in rented

rooms

 

 

lady justice

 

“There is far too much law for those who can afford it and far too little for those who cannot”

Derek Bok

 

it’s not a crime

to tell a cop to go

fuck himself, not a

crime to film a cop

as he arrests a bum

nor is it a crime

to appear in court

wearing a lip ring

but crimes are betrayals

of the law and nothing

to do with justice.

the law does not care

to have its heart broken

and the jails are full

of proof

the juvenile delinquents

piped in

the people stuck in the system

for 10 years on a 1 year

probation sentence

are proof.

roads are built and police

cruisers are bought with

the fees and fines given

verity by the honor bestowed

to a man with a badge

and the dishonor

we are born with when

we are born

without money.

lady justice,

behind that blindfold

she just weeps.