Philip Marlowe Poems - Poems about Philip Marlowe

...He was alone and lonely. Sadness swept his eyes before he jabbed at me with his cynical sarcasm. He slowly lit his Camel. It was a simple act of murder and he was a scholar of sorts – a p......

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... I caught you creeping around with your spying eyes Quick, furtive glances betray your silent, stealthy movements Human satellite camouflaging black cloud, always in passing tear bursts,......

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