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bullets never get lonely
sometimes my brain takes off in a 40’s black&white direction
yeah, Bogart tough-&-cool
sittin’ at his splintered desk with his fedora
pushed back, tie loose, and then:
“she walked into my office on a pair o’ legs
that could burn down Hitler’s heart.”
beat up from the grime & the crime on the streets.
pursued between jobs by a scandalous muse; he
holsters his Beretta & picks up a ball point, to deal
in hard-boiled poetics. conjures up an ode to love,
his beautiful, heartless mistress, written on the back
of an unpaid bill…
nights full of danger & deception, whether tracking a
wayward wife, or exchanging noir dialogue with a
seductive but lethal blonde, who tries to con him with
those Bette Davis eyes.
hours that stretch long & boring, followed by blood-
pumping moments of gunfire, brilliant flashes breaking
the absolute dark. with or without the symphonics:
Mozart in riot gear. heartbeats like jungle drums, until a
man screams…..& dies.
sometimes the moon offers a brief vindication: soft music
& a doll to kiss away the heartbreak.
maybe the dame with the legs…
Published 7th Sep 2014
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7th Sep 2014 4:12am
I love the imagery, the 40s and Bette Davis eyes. I don't know, sir, but you've got my weaknesses on your poems spot on recently. Perhaps just add Jimmy Dean? ;) This is so beautiful...
7th Sep 2014 4:30am
You changed Your delivery for this Write (rhythm-style-wise I mean)
a rolling along Pen-this captures the energy perfect for movie-style setting
Excellence John-This was Nitrate stock eh? :)
a rolling along Pen-this captures the energy perfect for movie-style setting
Excellence John-This was Nitrate stock eh? :)
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7th Sep 2014 4:02pm
Ah, JohnFeddeler, luv :-* ~
You make me want to work with you, luv... ;-*
Sometimes, I want to read what you write... Your mood strikes me so. :-*
You make me want to work with you, luv... ;-*
Sometimes, I want to read what you write... Your mood strikes me so. :-*
7th Sep 2014 5:00pm
You're always good for a black and white detour into the past. The perfect 'poem noir', written in a captivating way revealing memories of the dusty past, elegantly phrased, as always.
7th Sep 2014 6:37pm
you always manage to capture a certain "feel" with eloquent expertise... this flowed so smoothly!! Well Done John :)
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