Woman Police

Woman Police

Soft hands in Police Woman

I trust the instincts Handcuff

your brace - League holds my delight

shooting a kissing bandit in movie

crimes going back the same way

crossfire weapons in blanks

in his cell'm never lonely

I have his uniform on my banquet

drowned in the bonds of innocence

straw-covered car in flaming

his pursuit of my evidence

plunges into fireproof in bed

Jesse James the last letters

stuck in caliber pen

I am suspicious of the alliances hearty

framing you in my scene.

Arthur Nett
04/08/2011