Noir

a bit of cut-up detective absurdity

My unprintable
Thoughts describe a tall,
Lean character with
A beak of a nose
And very thin lips.

He, with his
Immaculate suit, 

The insomniac who
Wouldn't stop dreaming of
Beautiful blondes.

"That corpse
You found tonight," I grunted,
"He was the guy who owned the saw
You just saw
Leaving my office."

Son! That reefer-smoking
Bum. He's the murderer
Brought to justice. You can fill in
The rest.