In the rise of crime and poetry

A black river
of ink flows,
a tattooed page,
a plagiarist at work
surgical precision,
an architect’s hand,
the heart of a verse
lies bleeding,
a robbery in the making
at the line of attack,
a sonnet missing
all the while
in the opening
soliloquy he declares
his true intent
“ to borrow or not to borrow
or just steal it instead”
A pianist of words,
plays the final notes,
the poem is dead,
a scrabbled heap,
no cryptic
clues to go on,
but a spray
of red ink
a bloodied page
of thoughts
and no witnesses.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"to be or ...to be someone else, that is the question"----

[andrew mitchell]

Haha yes it is. Thanks J.

[Sami Khalil]

Now here you go Andrew. You are becoming like Sherlock Holmes of poetry, the most famous detective. I love how you use all the aspects of plagiarism in a poetic style
Lots of wonderful lines to chastise and expose those modern day robbers.
Keep your magnifier handy sir. Excellent.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you King Sami for your words and support. Cheers.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Emperor Andrew. High fives too...