A little poem I wrote in class the other day, don't know exactly what brought it on, I wanted to do a poem with obvious double meaning (ie the black ties: as in a piece of clothing, and having ties with "evil" people;)

This is basically Schuldich musing about Crawford.

Sifting through your list of things

That shadow black darkness brings

Your black ties & lying eyes

Keeping me from reaching inside your mind

The crisp sharp lines that you put out

The future of the life that you're about

Strangling me harshly cutting out about my eyes

Touching me smoothly with your black ties