Wearily wrapped, dressed to task.
The mask, a name. High on fumes.
Looms never lingering, driven as the snow is pure.
For which is mark, and which a victim.
If done right, they’ll not know he’d ever been.
Seen, if by light, by chance, his description may vary.
Nearly a crime superfluous. A craft perfected with time.
Mime of ushered silence. Indulgent, but clever.
Never send to know for whom the bell tolls.
Scrolls in scores betray your presence.
Essence of a career criminal- Preparation is key.
‘Never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee…’ – John Donne
Appealing to no end.
Draws looks with little effort.
With tickets to the show.
Healthy distraction from time in the nick.
Prettier than the the inmates running the asylum.
Bells he tows for thee.
Unless you’ve been naughty…
Merry Christmas to all, and a happy THE INTERVIEW too xo