While there are shadows
on a sinister street,
noises in the attic,
the fuzz of TV static,
the buzz of a chainsaw
you're here.
No song without dance,
no crack unwise, no phrase
that wouldn't catch.
Nothing lower than an ace:
To have known you, nice.
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The call goes out
for a small-time hood,
a scalp-hunter, a rogue,
lovable or louche
but they're so hard
to find,
harder by the day.
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Dark hallway.
Phone rings,
Gruff voice,
Churchillian even.
cuts through
the murk,
Darrowby 85?
Sorry,
I'm not here.
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