Guilt By Popular Demand Poem by Matty See

He picks nicotine Chiclets with crucifixion splinters.
Wonders how Lady Justice can balance judgment with one leg longer than the other.
Heart turns to a gavel clock; waiting to strike 4 years after midnight.
Prayer-beat catches fever from reality sickness and he tries to stitch the seams with amen Band-Aids.

But his throat's caged.
Preposition choke-hold.

Handcuffed to apology aqueducts, but he's got a carved-bone faceplate. Scarred with the remnants of accusation graffiti he has cleaned with large injections of not caring.
Midnight shows him forgiveness lockjaw.
Like somebody locked compassion in the cellar and cant hear the muffled screams through their love vents.