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kiss the sleeping night
every time I cross trails with a dame like her, I realize I
could never be a woman. I haven’t got the guts for the job.
I’ve taken a bullet or two in those firefights, & I’ve got the
purple hearts to prove it.
…the night began at Bogart’s according to routine: get
drunk, stumble home, & pass out on the steps of the
ramshackle hotel where I maintained a one-room kingdom.
when she walked in, the joint lit up like searchlights in an
air raid.
for an hour with those killer eyes, I’d give her a dime & tell
her to keep the change. if I had a dime. I’d take a seat at her
poker table like every other lovesick Lothario. if she dealt
from the bottom of the deck, I’d need a monkey wrench to
spill her mechanics. when the showdown came, I couldn’t
beat a pair of deuces if I was holding all the aces.
she came over to me & bummed a smoke. don’t know if she
was attracted to my hound dog eyes or my two o’clock shadow
(yeah, it starts early for me.)
after a few peppermint spritzes, she snuggled real close & said,
‘you’re my pirate prince, I want you to take me home. I can’t be
alone on a pretty night like this.’
at her place, she pressed her lips against mine like she was the
inventor of kissing. our clothes were suddenly prisons from which
we made a desperate escape. it was about to get rudely intimate,
so the screen faded to black…
after a while, I gently untangled myself from her napping embrace.
I stood by the window as the moonlight caressed her sleeping
beauty like it was designed strictly for that purpose. of course, I
knew I was a shopworn interloper in this radiant neverland dream.
she’d be sober in the morning, & I’d just be a ragged hangover.
I hunched my collar & walked home in the rain, sharing brokedown
fairytale secrets with the lonesome moon…
Published 3rd May 2015
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Anonymous
- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
4th May 2015 00:24am
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Women always seem to get the winning hand when the sleeping night descends. Just deal me in anyway. I wish you had been available to write voice overs for some of the noir classics. Oh well...
4th May 2015 1:49am
Anonymous
4th May 2015 7:44am
ltm i agree with Taryn excitable overuse of punctuation...
... a fantastic read on a frosty monday morning
simply love everything you do, Mister Feddeler
... a fantastic read on a frosty monday morning
simply love everything you do, Mister Feddeler
4th May 2015 10:01am
5th May 2015 1:09am
Johnny you are so good with your words i love everything you write including this!
Oh and here, have a dime on me,
in fact take two, one for later..
loves you
Zazzles xoxoxo
Oh and here, have a dime on me,
in fact take two, one for later..
loves you
Zazzles xoxoxo
Anonymous
5th May 2015 5:13am
2 o'clock shadow eh John?! not bad, not bad at all lol
Another great fairy tale secret you spilled here :)
Another great fairy tale secret you spilled here :)
5th May 2015 9:46am
poker table like every other lovesick Lothario. if she dealt
from the bottom of the deck, I’d need a monkey wrench to
spill her mechanics. when the showdown came, I couldn’t
beat a pair of deuces if I was holding all the aces. ...
Love this metaphor ... Makes me think of my favorite movie "Rounders" ... nothing like a woman who understands the grind and can play just as hard ...
Cool ink.
from the bottom of the deck, I’d need a monkey wrench to
spill her mechanics. when the showdown came, I couldn’t
beat a pair of deuces if I was holding all the aces. ...
Love this metaphor ... Makes me think of my favorite movie "Rounders" ... nothing like a woman who understands the grind and can play just as hard ...
Cool ink.
5th May 2015 10:53pm
6th May 2015 00:54am
8th May 2015 7:32pm
Every time I read you I feel intoxicated
(I think this might be a good thing John)
(I think this might be a good thing John)
10th May 2015 00:05am
Love riding shotgun with you, John, on these spot on journeys through the night where every street lamp represents a heart of gold we've encountered.
13th May 2015 11:27pm
14th May 2015 11:26pm
The ending is a real gut puncher! Love it, John! Those rain soaked streets are nearly as slick as your words.
16th May 2015 1:45am
A mesmerizing ink JohnFeddeler...the last stanza just grabs you...can see it and feel it...superbly done...
16th May 2015 2:08am
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
You'll always have Paris.
You'll always have Paris.
18th May 2015 6:45am
I could read you all day, and that is hard to set upon me these days.
enjoyed the genre of your smokey room and night tromp!
~d
enjoyed the genre of your smokey room and night tromp!
~d
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