Web Woven from Cabernet Cabaret by DJFSpirit

Pins pushed in tight to the cork
The connections, a collection
Of thread light in color bends and forks
It never speaks but it retorts
As I remember every clue about dismembered
Men and murdered women, every ember
Of the flame surrendered
With an image and name
I exclaim, it’s too close for me to sleep
I’m in too deep and I can see
That I am close, re-post one pin
But most threads fray when I replay
The scene in my head, the slashes, the dead
The red yarn represents harm
Malice and dread, a chalice of red wine
The crime refined into glass bottles
Served at gambling tables, the labels
Remade by able-handed counterfitters
And the shitters play a role, whether
That’s integral or unwilling
And the billing, are they paid? Are they afraid?
Have they been made? Slain in their beds
Or their tubs.

Names and places.
Pins and faces.
Red lines trace it
I can’t place it.
Rewind. Rethread.
Remind. I’m led.
Still ends in red.

Notes stained brown from the grounds
Drips and round rings of a cup
Discard with irreverence, it isn’t evidence
But bottle of gin is my severance
I’m hesitant but pour a double
It becomes a pin, yarn encoupled
Tangled, discovery of timeline mangled
By the angle of a crooked guard
His connection to a selection
Of coverups and non-detection
And rejection, but perfection’s
Not another of his strengths, but I’m perplexed
Does he tug the strings? He works me like a puppet
A marionette to be misled
With clues razed down to ash
I run the thread into the trash, another on the door handle
It disappears beneath the puddle of a candle
Melted down into my table, solid piece
with burned out matches underneath
My web’s in shocking disarray, mocked
By a spider in the corner, clippings burned or torn or
Scored, a gpose on the floor that fell
I can’t tell where it goes and I can’t know
Because the cork no longer shows

Names and places.
Pins and faces.
Red lines trace it
I can’t place it.
Rewind. Rethread.
Remind. I’m led.
Still ends in red.

And Saeji maybe cagey but did she haze me
Was I lazy and she knew and I was played
I overstayed my welcome and I paid, the trade
Of slip got me a tip and a split lip and what’s the key?
What do you unlock?! I write it fifty times it doesn’t talk
And only silence from the one cop I can trust
Or think I can, maybe he knows the plan
Maybe he’s the man behind the pins and plots
And knives and lies and cover-ups but no
That’s stupid, what would he have to gain
By giving Rinnan’s name and the dame’s
Grade of trade, and the wine is still unexplained!
She smuggled it, but no one says a word
It was burgled, maybe, after death? Saeji?
Was she in on this with Pike and I’ve been crazy
To ignore the maze of ways the wine connects
And the list? Skinny man gave me the gist
Dug up every name I could have missed one
But none related, skated by unaided by Sahrin
I pull two pins and lose a file but I’ll cry a little
Later when I replace them cased by other
Facts and lattice, this one’s not as bad as
The last configuration but it’s misdirection
I was impatient, forgot order of operation
And on this occasion the timeline is…
Shit.

It’s been two days!
As I replay
I haven’t slept
I haven’t ate
Ash overflowing from the tray
Knuckles bloodied
Can’t recall how they got that way
Pins on the ceiling
See them while I lay
The link pearl doesn’t play
It’s too quiet, these clues don’t say
A fucking thing!
I tried to make a circle
But it’s a spiral now
I’m crashing and I think I can hear her laughing!?

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• film noir
• hip hop
• Massachusetts