Spit in the Face of a Cop, Followed by a Harsh Arrest

Midnight rings like a bell,

The ocean is drunk.

The trash can is overflowing,

Our shoes are gushing mud,

Lungs gushing smoke.

Sitting on the side of the road,

Sirens and lights crash into the scene.

A balding man swerving around,

Inspiring panic, Inspired by the bees.

A short conversation,

Then an attack against the

Public Blue.

Violence,

Heads nearly cracking

Dirty windshields. 

Shine bright,

Silver bracelets,

Protecting rights and wrongs (lefts)

Protecting no and yes. 

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[W.k.kortas]

For those of us who can't escape good ol' narrative voice, there is an inherent jealousy of folks who can create poetry out of images and stage directions and do it well to boot. This, for instance.