Poem #10


There is a small breeze

Wind currents provide the lift

Chimes measure the air


Smoke coils from her lips

She taps her foot in time

Heavy metal song


On the film, a gun

Foreboding of a shot fired

There will be a death


This life is a noir

Everything in shadow

The accident reel


Would this be fiction

A story told by proxy

This is not a pipe


It’s the heat, the heat

Breathing under the water

A bead of sweat down


The verdict is out

A humid testimony

A lie under oath


My false alibi

Backing into a corner

It’s an airtight case


This in black and white

Scratched and dusty negative

Distressed grainy positives


All symbolism

All in the private meanings

All that’s in a dream

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