"Jacques Moran has been eking out a living as the last detective called in the rolodex of cheap private eye options. Cruelty clings to him like a cheap aftershave; his life consumed by a love/hate relationship with a woman blindfolded to arc of wielded sword and scalable metaphysical ‘weight’. Now he is looking for a man named Molly – even as his body fails him – and voices seem to be telling him that midnight and rain will arrive soon; or maybe it is just a window into what never was - or will be.”
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2025 18:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Still having fun!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Love this poem well written and surreal it sets its mood.
Thank you so much!
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