Down on Nickel St… 5 million ways to lose.. see sad.. good and bad.. children got no shoes.. five blocks up toward the courthouse waiting to be judged.. a mother screams unfair.. her skin was chocolate fudge..
meanwhile in her mind she wonders mama never lied.. told me I was beautiful.. ’till the day she died.. think of food.. a time like this.. just like Junkie Pat.. food is my heroin.. eating.. getting fat.. John was young eager.. hung just like a mule.. seems when he got done with me.. treated me a fool.. have to tell my daughter.. tell my son to watch.. girl cannot get anywhere.. thinking with her crotch..
Judge Brown feeling stern.. son burned him for his latest catch.. she was twenty he was fifty thinking perfect match.. personal professional.. discipline today.. judge may be a fool thinks he can shuck feelings that way..
all around assignment court.. prisoners in line.. guilty innocent.. some nuts humans most unkind.. one a lunatic was named ‘Prunadick the Knife’.. again again he severs them shows past unfaithful wife..
everyone is watching.. poor put on Judge Brown.. his priest will forgive always.. from confession ground..
Justice has to move with time.. past cold long gone day.. done each one.. no one ever finds reason in that way..
Fat Mama in pajamas is herself alone.. a courtroom of the City.. judge comes to his throne.. judge spoke to remember.. judge speaks to forget.. never mind past.. in time crime have ‘jail-house to let’.. sudden felt compassion.. honest as in school.. books written do not go forward..
stubborn is the fool.. denying like a mule..
The academic search for reasons found in libraries of each past.. will fly away with the truth of feeling.. Peace T.