Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Justice

In the reason. In the yellow of the snow. A halo of piss to prove our angels were still listening. The slow dog paddle of hope. As I wore my skirt. As I was worn by it. No stockings. Just skin. Fluorescent as his touch plugged it in.

In a blue bulb. That resembles who I am now. In a blizzard of ion it sank. Not hot enough to explode.

Just warm enough to think it could burst.

In the dark. In the hours after life goes to bed. I still sat at the head of this palsy trial. A jury of fingers debating. Guilty for certain. But of what?

A verdict looming in every word.

Justice seducing every Prometheus left on my list.

2 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

i really admire your style of writing.

RuKsaK said...

I agree with CJ. Not a word gone to waste - fully loaded writing - every single word is worth devouring slowly.