We Never Suspected A Thing

Serial Killer

Feathers on the patio

Innocent soft eyes

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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...

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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

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