In Memory of Her. . .

Yeah, I was there
in her faded black jeans
running from the
yellow tape- murder scene
and the police are saying
there is no body.

I washed her blood
off my hands
while the slow blue
tried crooked handstands
and they say
I'm the only suspect

they took one look
at my faded eyes
a tight costume
they say she's telling lies!
and now they're down at the
     Coffee King
filling bellies with dry donuts.

the shadow in the corner
cried "Hey little lady
I think you killed my
baby  -girl."
but maybe she was never mine,
never mine.

Things will never be the same

Yeah, I was there
the night they took her away
her bodiless grave,
she told me and now
only I know
it was another Rape.


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