foto credit Maria Draghici
The Usual Suspects
The menacing last laugh reverberates,
as kindred spirits yearn and sigh,
The Champion is dead.
Exemplar of tenacious ascent,
builder of the Brobdingnagian brick wall,
ten thousand leagues tall.
A degenerate grapevine thrives on,
fed by louche leprechauns of a murderous funhouse,
hives of vermin dig away at the illustrious corpse.
The femme fatale, the mobster, and unlikely offspring,
meet soul mates, nemeses, and midwives,
on the addled scribbler’s list …
suspects usual and obscure.
Caught inside an unrelenting kaleidoscope,
the insomniac sleuth squints at blinding signs,
flashing back and forth,
hap hazard clues,
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text, video, audio, caricatures,
and love notes from last August,
chiaroscuros of sycophants and foes,
bleed nectar and toxin,
venom from vipers,
who had tailed the departed hero,
he was unsuspecting of
the artful dictator’s remorseless might.
It’s a Delphic whodunit!
This murder mystery is ‘never say die.’
Luminescent receptacle of virtue and grace,
All for the proverbial rat race?
an enduring motive,
the stuff of nightmares,
begrudge, spite, covet,
the devil translates.