Poem: The Live Version of One More Night

A poem that’s not true, but based on ‘a truth’

There’s a scene in my head where
a guy is driving in a car, a body

in the boot. One of several he’s both
collected and disposed of inside

the same (productive) week. And
the music in his head and/or on his

stereo is the Phil Collins ballad,
One More Night, strictly the live version

from the Serious Hits record. Such
scenes only feel perfect when

they’re deep inside your head. Like
the perfect plan for murder, it’s best

I do not share it. Let the saxophone solo
linger, as the blood drains from the tune.