I am lately entranced by neo-noir,
The criminal mysteries of Europe
And the wilds of Canada and Britain.
There is rarely running, screaming
Or endless car chases through
London, Ottawa or Ystad,
Unlike the reckless pursuits
In Manhattan or L.A. streets.
These detectives don’t sashay
In long coats or wear black leather,
(Except for a couple).
They wake up hung over,
Like Wallander, or grieving
Like Perez from Fair Isle
And Matthias, self-exiled to Wales.

Bodies surface or are found
In gorgeous forests.
The detectives overcome depression
To quarrel with irrational superiors
(Who may themselves be guilty),
Yet they don’t yell like sergeants
In the gritty precincts of NYC.
They drive their Volvos through
Rolling fields of rye and rapeseed.
And even the mysterious quarries
Where bodies are found in Poland and Wales
Are beautiful—not like the junkyards
Of Barstow or east coast borderlands.
Some detectives are lucky, like Matthias,
In hiding in Hinterland.
He walks the shores of Aberstwyth
As Wallander does the fields of Malmo.
When suspects are caught, they aren’t beaten.
Their jails are neat and clean;
The prisoners get mattresses, pillows and TV!
The police question suspects casually,
As if they would rather be in bed.
The female cops are clever and quiet;
They rarely show their anger
When chided or ignored,
But carry on with dignity
And show the others
How work is really done.

At last, the assailant is charged,
Sun sets through the mist,
Sheep graze on manicured fields.
Village streets glow with low light
Reflected off rain-washed stone.
But despite the ambiance, people die
In weird ways: falling off of towers,
Shot while picnicking in costumes,
Lynched by a group of church goers
Floating past in a lake or river,
Or set on fire in a flowery field.
It’s as if the deaths are staged,
To match the serenity of the old world.
The slow machinations of justice
And drained eyes of the officers
Comfort me like a sedative
Always there, watching over their flock
As soothing as a soft, wool blanket
Hiding a frightened child.
When I am asleep, let
Matthias run along the cliff,
Let Wallander drink his wine
While Endeavour swoons to opera
And Cardinal stands in the birch grove,
All as semi-sedated sentinels
In the dusk or midnight sun.
I only ask that American blues
Take a page from these good constables
Across the sea or north of the border;
Imagine the settling peace
In the wide, new world,
If people of color were never smothered,
Or shot when carrying a phone
And people protesting were not gassed,
But spoken to with weary eyes
And a mind prompting peace officers
To listen, protect and serve.

From his eyes, the images, like the air, a series
of lions, spaces of life, color, the image appear
in the image, begin with words. A dissident
rebellion is about to smell, disappear, smoke
and worship society. The dark spectrum,
the Hillside diesel zone and the desert lights.
Stories and favorites and small screens
are friends and supporters. Cornelius · The
main travel agencies travel to combine
Robin's costumes in Brazil and rebuild Brazil.
In the future, Laura will know about Galileo
to address the latter and Jesse loses the benefits
of the Dominican Republic. Bernard, on other
occasions, has nothing to do with her.
The growth of your first page is easy. Carthage
was arrested in Germany and claimed
that he was drunk all the time, allegedly
had ten years of blood loss. The first two?
The manager leads the spirit. In the dark,
life can be a mistake. in mind. Decide to
look, the symbols of the walls, like Cybele,
numbers of lions, the perfect space to live,
between the color of the body, the
appearance of the image, from the
opposite side, are still available.
The murderer killed Betty in his arms,
he killed me and he sang to a *****
who was thrown, washed, washed, smoked
and buried in the back of the horse's wife
in the photographs of Hill Ystad as a legal
case in the law of Desert absorbed
by the region and the light that
was concentrated in it. New Sandy games
and favorites and small screens are friends
and women. Cornelius · The largest travel
trips to Brazil, the heart of Robert
is in the city. In the future, Lorevatizimi
marks the inspiration for something
from Hollywood to Hollywood and Jesse
lost the advantage of the Democratic Republic
of the CIS. Also, if you're down,
if you've already spoken. The growth
of the first page is easy. And the commerce
of the priests, who came to Germany,
destroys the money of Carthage at the expense
of wine is accused of stone, blood and agents
of the law on the ground. The first two?
The wind holds the polyester. When you
are in the dark, it can be a mistake
in the world. in mind. || he decided (one)