Smoky curls that linger, pausing,
causing,
mystery,
weary thoughts hang limp in the
dank air,
the fire that once was, burns no more,
the body has given up and lays on the floor,
there is a stench,
there is a stink,
hmm, motor running too long too fast in the wrong gear,
was the life squeezed out or was it death by fear?
Fingers
with eyes,
brush the swirling,
snaky smoke trail,
as if to chase away,
what plays hide,
what play seek,
he bends down to look,
closer, silently absorbing,
yet is heart yells SPEAK,
at the scene of the crime,
he observes all that others
have missed, the sublime!
There was a ****** here, this time
he is the first to know! Now to
solve the crime, if he does he will be
in the big time
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Smoky curls that linger, pausing,
causing,
mystery,
weary thoughts hang limp in the
dank air,
the fire that once was, burns no more,
the body has given up and lays on the floor,
there is a stench,
there is a stink,
hmm, motor running too long too fast in the wrong gear,
was the life squeezed out or was it death by fear?
Fingers
with eyes,
brush the swirling,
snaky smoke trail,
as if to chase away,
what plays hide,
what play seek,
he bends down to look,
closer, silently absorbing,
yet is heart yells SPEAK,
at the scene of the crime,
he observes all that others
have missed, the sublime!
There was a ****** here, this time
he is the first to know! Now to
solve the crime, if he does he will be
in the big time
Nope not Sherlock Holmes...
something else I am working on...
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