Noir |
by Eric Hanna

Rain patter sheen, streetlight glow
Beyond a memory's faded, blue flow
I find a clue

Cigarette stink and crime scene clutter
My thoughts branch, dilute and halt with a stutter
There's only you

Bullet in my heart

Eric Hanna is a philosophy  teacher from central Canada. He informs us that his poetic influences include JRR Tolkien and Tom Waits. In his free time he enjoys writing, especially about himself in the third person.