Thursday, January 8, 2015

Crime-Noir

It all started with a
city on a hill where

luxury and fortune came
along with adulthood.

It was a necessity to have
pockets full of pamphlets

to create the thinkers of
tomorrow. There's this

conspiracy that the royals
chanting could be heard

from years away. That may
all be a hoax. I've been in

a coma since my wife left.
Those with a license

to say so will tell you
the city does sleep.

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