It’s all a bit crooked!

To chase a crooked shadow
walk a crooked mile
to apprehend a robber
wearing a crooked smile.

He walked the beat
he whistled blue
he’s the copper
who saw it through.

He served his time
on the straight’n’ narrow
no longer crooked
he lies in his shadow.


In the shallows
lies his heart a crooked one at best
he feels the dark caress.

How a mockingbird mocks
the senselessness out of sense
wondering where is the common?

Reviews

[Starr]

WOW! I really like this write, loved your last stanza the best. awesome

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you and sorry it’s late.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we are left wondering...do crooked things ever have the chance to be perfectly straight again...?

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Jacob, it was a poem going no where lol.