11/14/2010 6:38:47 AM Sunday
Film Noir Revival
jaw of fowl
mr hyde on the cot
dust on an iceberg
with the dane singing pigeon
note the mood and run
the sprockets fast
why trench coat amy's done
as a fat chum swims down stream
muddy quo vadis gumshoes
hate the latin tenses
shawl tumbling in
the low rust where
mae west emits a platinum
hair per key in
classical sums trotting out
bare in the barn
in the un-dawn
high were her footnotes
halls full of dimes
akin to a gun moll
joe bop and rudy valentine were
saps denying the tidy alto of
old jaw boning movie life
before any of us were born.
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