at this juncture, we’ve not found
the serial killer who
stalks the sickened streets
of this suburban town –
turn that frown
we’ve got diligent detectives
on the case
looking at every trace
storing it in dirty lockers –
we’ll find this psycho-dude
I assure you
& you can go back
to your tranquil life
not worrying ‘bout
these dreadful things
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I dream of criminals, being a witness to misdeed
men with dark eyes do dark things in motel rooms
tell me to keep my mouth zippered shut –
I wake with a sense of dread
storm clouds gather outside frosted windows
a woman with an umbrella screams
then runs for her life.
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Who does he think he is?
Showing me old car parts?
Save the hard sell for the senile old lady
you grease-stained Bernie Madoff.
Imagine one day you wake up and you’re accused of a crime. You have no memory of committing a crime, but the authorities come to your apartment and begin to take away your freedoms. They say you must now submit to a mysterious court procedure, but they’re explanations are vague.