In the red room with wavy walls, my eyes are puddles of blue angel honey powder.

The judge sees me as something sinister, but stays fair and states the state sanction:

Yes sir, I understand.
 

The lawyer's tongue talks numbers plus a tired time wasting summation of his defendant:

"My client wants work in New York to study music and swim with fast hips in the pool."

I wanted to work all my life.
 

Someone snorts and the impatient judge pounds his hammer to proclaim my probation:

I am a multifaceted caged rat restrained to certain cities with fines to pay and booking.

This shouldn't take very long.
 

The crime was a favor for friends; a fun little treat stuffed into two bags slightly too big.

My mug is a smart aleck shot with dark daddy's boy fingerprint swirls on a digital screen.

We just have a few questions.
 

Are you single?

I've loved lovers who've worn me weary and run me ragged beyond repair.
 

Do you suffer from allergies?

My finest friends know me fairly; I fear the furled fetters of forgotten mystery.
 

Have you ever used a narcotic?

I ascend sometimes in sleep to lie freshly fallowed in fields of pure light, not tonight.
 

By this my final decree: I plea you all bear witness to my name muddled muck black

My life is now marred with nightmares of forever falling from freedom so stay sharp.

He's not so still as he once was.