There is blood <br />In the city moonlight, <br />Beautiful hoodlums <br />Parade like Labor Day <br />Through the sad streets <br />Seeking girls with tattoos <br />And lonely hearts. <br /> <br />And sweetheart, <br />That’s the way <br />I’m seeking you: <br />I’m a criminal poet <br />Trying to break every rhythmic rule <br />To touch your hair <br />And become your fool.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/criminal-poet/
