It’s
gone
Just
like that
Never
to be seen or heard from again
And
it felt amazing
And
it stopped me in my tracks
And
when I came up for air I knew I’d either be a new man or a very old man with a
new lease on life
She
left town
In
a flash of one hundred and fifty proof white lightning
Not
even the shrewdest private dick could locate a whiff of her cheap perfume
And
we do whatever we must do to survive
And
the wheels of justice came to a grinding halt once upon a very long time ago
And
I understand you want it dark, but trust me you don’t want it this dark.
Charles Cicirella
1/14/17
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