Howie Good

  

 

Police and Questions
 
Ditty

 
  Let’s disappear, Barbara,
in a giant whoosh of flame

and look back and laugh
at the scribble of our smoke trail.

For once, let’s not answer
the questions at the end of the chapter,

or even phone in to work,
but just climb the twisted ladder

of bones and shadows,
and if we must get somewhere,

let’s do it secretly
like your lost gold earring.


 

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