a detective lies

 

party-parade
  -or-
no sweat

 

 

 

too many dimensions
so many blocks
a transition

 

o' clocks, that still
click, seconds
marked by i

 

dads here, there and gone
thoughts engulfed
throats struck

 

wrong author, never wright
the suspect was
in NOLA

 

catastrophe seemed bound
to happen, parades
hide in shades

 

the hat was the tipping
it was unexpected
a rare peacock

 

saw some kook in a nook
shuffled in the sly
took some guff

 

a death had occurred
a cementary held
contrarians

 

the rest...
the rest, simply
cried