Reckless Jailbreak [Today's News Poem, December 23, 2010]
What's innocence, but ignorance? And ignorance?
Excuse, when no excuse will do before the law.
A checklist of vices to speed you to prison:
It looks like your house; but it's smaller, with psychos.
Drink while you're able: go arson, go raping;
Piss on a statue or drive while you're wasted
At night—who needs a reason; fleeing's feeling light
Enough to lose one's head and crack a cap to drink
Away the loss—there's so much loss. The billboard angels laugh,
The ship they painted on your bottle sails, and headlights loom
Ahead but lonely like yourself they seek the outer light
And intersect your path—they surely share your bitterness.
"After two hours of wrenching, tear-filled pleas for both maximum justice and mercy, the man convicted of murder in the drunk-driving crash that killed Angels pitcher Nick Adenhart and two friends was sentenced Wednesday to 51 years to life in prison."
—Mike Anton, Los Angeles Times, December 23, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1223-adenhart-sentencing-20101223,0,968080.story
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
Reckless Jailbreak [Today's News Poem, December 23, 2010]
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Angels and holy ghosts,
angels come to torment you,
anti-news,
December 23 2010,
drunks at the wheel,
Khakjaan Wessington,
Law,
Today's News Poem
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
only if you want [Bonus Poem, September 22, 2010]
only if you want [Bonus Poem, September 22, 2010]
angels cut
off part
of your foot
kiss your cheek and ask
if you still want to
they aren't convinced
god is the boogie woogie
bugle boy of company
b and the angels point
bayonets dance
for their pleasure
if you still want to
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angels cut
off part
of your foot
kiss your cheek and ask
if you still want to
they aren't convinced
god is the boogie woogie
bugle boy of company
b and the angels point
bayonets dance
for their pleasure
if you still want to
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Angels and holy ghosts,
angels come to torment you,
Bonus poem,
email found poem,
Khakjaan Wessington,
September 22 2010
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