Night Court

Justice is sweet and musical; but injustice is harsh and discordant. Thoreau

here, in an untucked bed of reckoning

ensconced in circular reconciliation

prayers long since spent

a glooming night of perceived exoneration dances

the undeniable pressure of truth in a march wind as it presses its sequestered face against the convicting window

hearing the back-and-forth whistle and hum in its hammering song of testimony

a prelude of seasonal change on the cusp

swaying trees are being sworn in

the river down below continues its flow of due diligence

a jury of poets, priests, politicians and alcoholic street bums

all pushing miscarriages of justice through the streets

litigation and lies await in a trial of unavoidable, arresting slumber

as the heavy gavel of eyelids falls

without retribution in this world, in this life

it is sought elsewhere in desperation

knowing that some men tread heavily in bold arrogance

others lightly as they trip on paths of ill-conceived discernment

darkness reminding that things aren't always as they seem

no need to stir coffee that has neither sugar nor cream

as i commence yet another trial

seeking clues of vindication through a magnifying glass of unceremonious revelation

along with tipping scales of travesty

sipping and guzzling alike

walking the long, dimly-lit, hallway of an ever narrowing balance beam

off in the distance of la-la land, i hear the gasping jingle of stainless-steel shackles

along with the squealing buzzer as doors with bars slide open

if only in a dream

Author's Note

"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is an interesting trial. Sounds like one being held within a dream where you are trying to sleep but can’t quite wager there and the mind is off on its own imagination journey to some obscure place of trial and errors.

Creative and well done

[Pete]

i wish i could remember all of my dreams in detail - sometimes they're way out there and twisted - who needs lcd.

[Poetic Beauty]

I have vivid lucid dreams in color. Sometimes they are strange and fragmented sometime like a movie playing in 4k. I can also control my dreams

[Pete]

hmm. Interesting.

[Poetic Beauty]

It’s definitely interesting. I also can describe places I’ve never been from my dreams as if I had walk those streets or been to that desert

[Ken Simm.]

Who said 4.00am knows all my secrets and that includes dreams? Wonderful if frightening stuff.

[Pete]

William Joseph Martin formerly Poppy Z. Brite? to be at the mercy of a kangaroo court is a nightmare.

[Thomas W Case]

Yes. Great work Pete. You nailed this one.

[Pete]

thanks twc. nothing else to do but throw yourself on the mercy of a kangaroo court in a nightmare.