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Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
He finds the clues
come to him like fireflies
swarming around him
in the air

murderers all have
long shadows
& some were born
with silver spoons

in their mouths
& others not
He assembles collages
of cases from newspapers

to see which ones
remind him of which
& drinks too much
as the night holds him close.

He's got a Dame in town
he knows she's bad news
He knows his whole life is
a case of Win or Lose

A card trick
played by a blind man
he has too many regrets
& yet none at all
Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
My moustache it tells me you did it. Don't argue.

— The End —