Monday, February 10, 2014

LEECH MAN


Leech Man

Detoxification leads to remorse
Albeit alcholification is very Norse
They pound their mugs on the counter
No way could the bar-keep afford to falter

My friend is a different creature
He pretends that life is a lost wager
Refuses to talk, he’d rather sit and gawk
Sits silently swinging, inwardly humming

He rummages through his belongings
Hoping to find some form of currency
He yearns for an early drink
Only then can he think

He drinks with all his friends
He curses at life’s amends
He sips on his flattening beer
Stroking the lacquered cold veneer

He stays up all the night
Never sleeps without a fight
He swims in the swamp
Attracting leeches of the damp

He loses blood for fun
He can’t get no puns
He lives in deliberation
Heaven to him is inebriation

THE COLUMNIST



The Columnist

Detective
Yes?
A moment sir
Huh..? You’re mistaken I’m no cop

Au contraire sir
I can see in fact, that you are incognito
Your attire speaks volumes of you
You profession is also divulged by your boots

I see
What is it that you need?
I’m actually to be unseen
I thought I looked clean

Au contraire sir
Your gun is showing
Your temples are quite loudly throbbing
Your brow is profusely sweating

Alright my good man
What is it that you need?
I’m busy anyways
Hiding from the hidden

Excellent sir!
I wish you good luck!
But my matter is quite pressing you see,
There is somewhere right now, we need to be

I’m sorry
I cannot leave my post
The suspect might walk in anytime
It’s up to me to see what I can find

But sir!
There is this body!
I found it sometime ago
A young lady, dead by a harsh blow!

What!?
Take me there now my good man
I fear my post must be left unmanned
Let us make haste then

Here sir
It’s in this corner if you please
A dreadful business I’m afraid
Her pooled blood blocks our way

Female, age around thirty
Cause of death: Blunt force trauma to the head
By the position, Killer must be left handed
No foot prints or obvious mark left behind

Excusez moi sir!
Might I divulge something of real importance?
Yes, please if you may put away your recorder?
You see, I’m your mysterious killer

Good night sir
Sleep tight (Crack!!!)
Poor girl, served her purpose well
With the very same crack on her skull