Letters from Murdertown - Jill Freeman

Dark gray, beaten down

Tires and rust, drunken clowns

Winding streets of lost and found

Dope fiends, dancing bears

Crooks who’ll take you unawares

Crying kids with silent stares

I miss my home of origin

That dusty cornered land of sin

Where good and evil all mix in

Cotton candy, bathtub gin

So if you see me smiling

All wistful and beguiling

You’ll know my heart is filing

Letters from Murdertown

Letters from Murdertown

Letters from Murdertown

Letters from Murdertown

Whispers, behind barn doors

Shadows off to midnight chores

Babies curled on unwashed floors

War torn, tender hearts

Broken souls in bits and parts

Pinned like jewels on necks of tarts

I’m going home where I belong

Where revelers dance in murderous throng

In dim lamplight I’ll raise my song

To feelings deep, to passions strong