The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Friday, March 5, 2010

Poem for the Noir Detective.


“...I'll tell you what keeps me going... sniff, sniff...the chase, the thrill of the hunt and the sudden shafts of bright light...”

- Detective Inspector Black.

glowing ends of cigarettes

crushed under shoes

strange silhouettes

and big city blues

nocturnal creatures

crawl through the night

their shadowy features

hidden from sight

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