TV blaring
on-screen homicide...

Mr. High-and-Mighty sits on his wall.
Mr. Justice, why do you stall...

Blue eyes,
crystal water...

Man vs. man
man vs. self...

(Sounds much better out loud,
first two lines written in required format...

He stands alone and speaks of light,
memories and the boy who cried murder...

But what can we do as jurors, assailants, or mere...

(The days rush past me
Cars...

They carried the sky
on shoulders a bit too unearthly...

The sea is now deep red
coloured only by blood shed...

Our pristine eyes lock with dementia
outside the state of sanity, who had once...

Closed eyes running for cover
a hail of bullets reigning down...