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We Never Suspected A Thing
We Never Suspected A Thing
Serial Killer
Feathers on the patio
Innocent soft eyes
Thursday 2nd July 2020 3:05 pm
Blue Smoke Ghost
Blue Smoke Ghost
A matchbox scratch
A flare of light
The smell of sulphur
A yellow patch
Above his chair
On the ceiling
A row of pipes
Hung in a rack
Saliva drips
The suck
And suck
And suck on shank
Red glow
In the dusk
On a back step
The aroma
Of spices
In the ready-rub
Scratching
Grey ash
From the c...
Friday 15th July 2016 7:43 pm
The Perfect Alibi
The Perfect Alibi
pick up the gun
feel its cold
deadly fervour
takes a hold
search out a target
move with the crowd
take careful aim
deliver a shroud
they don’t believe the truth
and consider it odd
that I’ve the perfect alibi
because I was with God
Sunday 2nd March 2014 8:45 pm
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