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Marrakech Express
in the cliché of a smoke filled bar, deep in the bowels of the
Moroccan underworld, I realized that I liked her too much.
my meeting with Bombaste’, lord of the criminal regime,
was set up in desperate haste. the entire city was in
lockdown, & I needed him to secure my safe passage out,
on the Express. of course, I could have made my escape
by way of an airport, but a train is so much more romantic.
my noir was getting so predictable…
…for two years I had labored at the Blaize Diamond
Company, as a security specialist, in order to establish a
position of trust. a few days ago, according to plan, I set off
the fire alarm to clear the building. then I activated the timer
on explosives I had deployed. before exiting, I left behind my
Omega watch, one boot, & some charred clothing, as proof
of my tragic demise.
disguised in a janitor’s uniform, I disappeared in the panicked
crowd, secreting a fortune in heisted diamonds in a small
canvas bag. but the authorities wouldn’t be fooled for long.
and so entered Bombaste’ into my melodrama. his price was
high: half of my purloined gems, which I conceded. but he also
wanted Solange, the most alluring of my bad habits, who had
avoided tenaciously, his greasy pursuit.
love is a valuable commodity; it can be bartered. a woman in
love will commit acts of utter lunacy for the scoundrel who has
captured her heart. in the heat of our illicit passion’s afterglow,
she agreed to meet Bombaste’ at her private country retreat.
I knew she would be enticing in her powder blue djellaba.
…in my newly bleached-blonde hair & an impeccable Armani suit,
I was above reproach as I hurried through the crowded station,
the diamonds sewn into the lining of my jacket. at this moment,
Bombaste’ would be sleeping the big sleep, a dagger protruding
from his back: Solange was very good with a knife.
and finally, I was seated on the express to liberty, Solange next to
me, her arms hugging mine lovingly…
so predictable. yes.
Published 11th Dec 2014
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Wow something a little different John.
I do like this poem, i love the feel of the whole topic!!
We all need to trust sometimes and we all need love...
Loves you big time John...
Zazzles
I do like this poem, i love the feel of the whole topic!!
We all need to trust sometimes and we all need love...
Loves you big time John...
Zazzles
11th Dec 2014 5:53pm
read like prose rather than poetry for me.
really good prose I have to say :-)
11th Dec 2014 6:11pm
Yes, I'd say prose, too. But fascinating and - somehow unpredictable regarding the genre :-). Very well done, John!
11th Dec 2014 7:12pm
Mr Feddeler u had me totally enthralled
U r so very right about one thing....
A woman n love is capable of anything
U r so very right about one thing....
A woman n love is capable of anything
11th Dec 2014 7:44pm
12th Dec 2014 5:59am
"a woman in love will commit acts of utter lunacy
for the scoundrel who has
captured her heart"
^^^^
yes indeed.
another captivating write, Mister Feddeler
for the scoundrel who has
captured her heart"
^^^^
yes indeed.
another captivating write, Mister Feddeler
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12th Dec 2014 10:46pm
I'm such a sucker for early 20th century gangster stories. And this is one hell of a write. :)
13th Dec 2014 7:46pm
Thrilling Scribe John ...intrigue passion and murder always make for a great tale..love the ending visual...lovers on a train is very romantic...you took it to another level with a man and his ride or die chick..enjoyed!!!
14th Dec 2014 4:09pm
A lunatic in love commits acts of utter...more lunacy?
Ah, sir, at times you render this lunatic speechless, and at other times, like this, you make my mind fly with questions and flood with words. Everything done with a tug of the heartsrings and a kick to the soul! Thank you, Mr. Feddeler.
Ah, sir, at times you render this lunatic speechless, and at other times, like this, you make my mind fly with questions and flood with words. Everything done with a tug of the heartsrings and a kick to the soul! Thank you, Mr. Feddeler.
20th Dec 2014 7:22am
Its a fullfledged film noir visualized in ur words..with the underlying passion n love, n the heart of Solange shines more than your diamonds. Lovely piece of art, JF, tq fr this:)
25th Dec 2014 3:47pm
