Detective Poetry: Plants in the Pants

Driving through this winding avenue

Slamming the gas on this boiler

Leaving behind a trail of scorch marks and speeding tickets.

SHIT!!!

I nearly hit that lady off her own porch.

  Wait was that a lady? No its a drag queen.

I must still be in that part of town. 

...

Where did they go?

Better ask the nearest daddy-o for the 213,

I pull up beside this teen; 

I catch him like a deer in the head lights

I didn't mean to make the kids voice drop

I just wanted him to lend me an ear. 

He shoves his hand down his pants faster than a sheikh in the west.

Detective Poetry: An Eye for a Shoe

I was stood on the corner of the street

Stalking my client's husband like death.

The night was cold,

The kind of cold where you can see your own breath.

A white fog pouring out our mouth

disguising our words.

Seems like everything in life is hidden by something else

A wall, a mist, a hat, a face

Maybe that's the one truth we know about ourselves,

Our nature is to lie.

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Detective Poetry: A Lady of Interest

I was sat at the bar, like I usually would.

Pouring in my regrets like scotch,

Blowing away my worries like smoke

Etching my name in the caramel fudge table.

That's when she came in
Stealing the light in the room,

Shining it in my face like a bad cop.