fiLM noIR

fiLM noIR

cheap perfume and cigarettes
sloppy sex on the fire escape
somebody misses her  
our film noir queen,
in lemon neoprene,
she’s no villain,
just so killer. 
our sadistic freak
in glam rock chic
somebody kisses her 
I think I’m in love.
I know I’m in love. 
she dances on the street
I just try to keep the beat
her feet are dinner
her hips are mine  
our film noir queen,
sight unseen,
in lemon neoprene.
just so killer.  
on screen and off.


(Notice how the poem accidentally takes the shape of its subject.
The first poem of a series written in a new genre of Poem Noir.)

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