The Trial Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Stagger like the drunken dead
Washed of innocence
Caressed by dreams of Voltaire
French palettes of chaos
Sweet charnel pastels
Framed in the art of self destruction
We light the streetlamps of poetry
Deeper into the abyss of the lived
Barter your time with Faustian beauty
Draped in silk skulls
Dance the moon dance of choice
Everything stops in frozen preservation
Cradles and graves awakened
Our words and deeds
Wings of self-indulgence
All the rules shine forever
Conscience
Choice
Arbitration
Advocate
Thrones
The light is so bright
The trial begins