Law School at Night

March 21, 2019



       I want to be trapped behind windows,


amongst forgotten records,

with the scabs and memories

of those gone before me

who lost the good fight

and paid in time.


          I want the certainty of streetlights,


surveying the hidden few,

who found the unspoken recipe

for a narrative of autonomy.


                               I want the top floor,


where well-dressed predators

consider jumping out windows

just to experience the perfect view.


                             I want to be seduced


with red wine, blue cheese

and white lies.

I want to witness the Judges

judge the witnesses.


                             I want my own clichés.


I want the scrutiny of many

who, in search of potential,

plot the dreaded assimilation

of my strengths and faults.


                                       I want my faults


to live on the moisture of your tongue,

in your sinuses and sinew,

so you can taste what I speak

in the archives of shared experience,

trapped behind these windows.




Written by Jordan Hamel, 2018 New Zealand Poetry Slam champion

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