Monday, December 08, 2008

Justice is Pocketless

The pocket picked a pitcher
Of pocket lint for all
Who had pocketed the picture
Of the thief with pockets full
Of trinkets and pockets turned
Out of love. With no pocket for
Forgiveness the police pocketed
His freedom as they pocketed
Their keys. Witnesses pocketed
The pocket money for
Twisted testimony with a pocket
Full of ease; a pocket full of speed
Exchanged for a pocket full of justice
Emptied to fly in a pocket
On the breeze. This pocket full
Of justice had a pocket
Of despair that quietly pocketed
Itself, and disappeared in a pocket of air.