He Pulled His Forty-Four

Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out with corpse-woman (she’d heard he’d died) Had a cigarette between two finger’d bones called life and when living ladies heard he’d died the world began its wailing from the other side. LAPD roped off the scene but the ribbons were too low for ghosts and all his demons. Detective Mister found his bloody revolver and no cell block too secured assured for dead men so police officer said, “Tiny Tim was too beautiful but he died today; the judge had verdict match the coroner; misadventure in love case closed casket so move along move along my fiends. :: 03212016 ::