16 Sep 2014, 1:15pm

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Veronica Lake, who else

Unicorn arrest warrant
She killed him with an adze
Raskolnikov’s sock
They found him in a wife beater
On Archie Bunker’s chair in the Smithsonian
A relic to Brando, Matt Dillon
Bukowski and all the rest of those fools

The atmosphere was nasty
Muslin dirty maggots larvae
The unicorn’s guts spilt out all over the sofa
As the cops interrogated the suspect

Caught him redhanded
Doing foul things with the unicorn’s horn

Remember the Mapplethorpe, the one with the whip

Where were you the night the unicorn entered your life?
All you can remember is
They were beating a horse
So high that night
You wet the bed and didn’t wake for another week

Prefigurement is everything
You’re damp darling
Is my story turning you on
That much


The important thing to remember when writing a crime novel is
to wait on the lady

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