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Smoking cigars, drenched in over-priced booze;
The young groupie a respite from my wife - -
His burnished steel skin had once gleamed in sunlight;
A beacon of good for the whole world to see. -
The dirty long-haired freaks asked for trouble
Marching to protest the visiting Shah, -
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Lethal looks across the kitchen table, guns drawn.
Behind me, the convertible couch still pulled out. -
Why is it that some people idolize gangsters
As darkly mischievous, monkey-wrenching pranksters? -
Shots fired, loud screams from the venerable Farmer’s Bank;
She waits patiently for him in their black getaway car. -
Swaggering through dank streets polluted with grime,
The tough bully boys run with their brothers. -
She staggered out of the small back room,
The needle still hanging from her arm -
He scratched the matchhead with a tattered thumbnail,
Lighting the cigarette clenched in yellowed teeth. -
Under the deceitful moon, on the thirteenth of June
Steeped in lusty romance, the crawdads held their dance. -
Walking on the fringes of humanity,
On a darkened pathway bleeding and obscene; -
Far to the south in the Province of Gansu
Is the home of the bankrupt dairy, Sanlu; -
I can still picture the scene in my mind
Rotted apples lay thick upon the ground -
The keen scythe of Death, often sure and fast;
Heroes may not rest on the laurels past. -
They met in online chat.
He told her he had a cat, -
Many long years ago
On a cold, dark night -
An old, battered, black truck careens and swerves;
On a wild ride demanding steel nerves.15 lines, 13 comments, on Oct 22 2:27 PM 2008. In Crime
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I remember that hot and steamy night,
Seven years ago in late October. -
She said, "James, you will get over me in time"
After he had been sentenced for his crime. -
I stare at the wind blowing the wild flowers
The ugly rope burns against the skin of my neck -
Like a rabid dog in a cage.
My mouth froths with purest rage. -
On that still November morn with no one near,
He pointed his new gun at the green Deere. -
Irina and Valerya were demure Russian beauties.
Both were slim, dark-eyed, pale Siberian cuties. -
I clearly remember, across twenty Septembers;
When the leaves changed into burning embers.
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