Friday, May 8, 2015

David S. Pointer- A Poem

            Barrister’s Inferno

Flashing a secret society hand-sign,
a felon-to-be
                        immediately has his
court case dismissed
                                          by sitting
soon hearing the youthful minority
            ricocheting off court room
walls and offended psyches like
armored marbles
                                or icy guideposts
as another great state gavel taps down

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