What follows is part 4 of Mr Punch Dreams, or 13 items discovered at the murder scene.
4. An old-fashioned Gladstone bag, containing some forceps, a stethoscope, hypodermic needles of various sizes and a vial of blood.
In the red gloom of the booth,
Mr Punch pops pills.
They make his nut go fuzzy.
Pale poems pour from him.
“What a lovely tree!” says Mr Punch. Its blossom: Jack Ketch’s rose-red ninny noggin, hanging on a rope. “You ill?” chortles Mr Punch, hitting Ketch’s dangling feet with his slapstick. “You look ropey! What the matter?”
Thank you very kindly, but me very well where I am. This very nice place, and pretty prospect.
Mr Punch’s brain is broken.
across fried circuitry.
But one idea recurs,
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