Detective 2090 (Old Fav)

His thoughts
Are parallel
To his feelings
Never to collide
A murderer he kills words
Lyrical homicide
What a tragic incident
Like pesticide consumed
He steals horror with his ball point pin
And changes lives with the flip of a script
He ships slips
Of different scents
So that burning paper
Can be smelled when he spits fire
That burns down little shops of misery
He makes metaphors
Like chemistry
Mixing lies like pigments
And nouns in every sentence
He tries to make a difference
But in that instance
His body was turned to feathers
And he reached the heavens
And the sanctums
Where many souls dwell.