Noir

Noir

A Poem by Todd Ford
"

a bit of cut-up detective absurdity

"

My unprintable
Thoughts describe a tall,
Lean character with
A beak of a nose
And very thin lips.

He, with his
Immaculate suit, 

The insomniac who
Wouldn't stop dreaming of
Beautiful blondes.

"That corpse
You found tonight," I grunted,
"He was the guy who owned the saw
You just saw
Leaving my office."

Son! That reefer-smoking
Bum. He's the murderer
Brought to justice. You can fill in
The rest.

© 2012 Todd Ford


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Added on December 7, 2012
Last Updated on December 24, 2012

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Todd Ford
Todd Ford

Mandan, ND



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