noir for a half-angel

John a seductive tale..

love these lines..

"she liked to sleep late, & didn’t worry much about the
clock; but if she had an appointment with her dealer, she
was right on time, because every broken thing needs a fix."

telling lines of this half angel..

so masterfully told by the king of noir..

with love Crim

This is beautiful, John, reminds me of a girl I had a stint with back in the day. Can't expect much from that type of woman; too fleeting, not enough permanence.

I agree with Crim. The stanza about time is amazing and I relate to it quite closely. Only my "fix" isn't a drug, and my dealer is generally the supply as well as the supplier.

Nice share.

'but if she had an appointment with her dealer, she was right on time, because every broken thing needs a fix.' I concur.

I love these beautifully descriptive pieces of yours John. I sometimes feel I am watching it on flickering celluloid set in dark nights in steamy back lanes and other times it seems to tumble out of a well-thumbed 1950's paperback.   This I love:
"I figured I’d fall in love one day, but not with her. she was
a party girl with a wild spirit, & she wouldn’t be owned.
we packed our dreams on a runaway train."
Essential Noir.

I enjoy how you have poemed real life so well. We all know this lover or have been this lover. and yes some affairs end just like this...a drifting without the drama...however you always remember and love...wonderful john. oh! and a most excellent title: noir for a half angel.

Such a graceful letting go and acceptance.

Great slice of gritty pie. Nice to savor and gaze upon. Poignant lines, as always! - blue angel

Nicely written. Some parts of it reminds me of Leonard Cohen songs and lyrics.

My favorite components are the last two paragraphs. Very much like the assessment and the worth attached to the dyad.

A melancholy portrait of a party girl, well told with no false happy or neat ending.  "The heart hunts alone."  It could have back up now and then, but all too often true.

"I learned from
her that love is a beast in a jungle of dance clubs & old
movies, & the heart hunts alone…"  so beautifully written

tiny gods, feddeler, i could lose myself in this over & over & mayhap a few times more...
... enchanted loneliness as only you can write it
loved
xoxox

Just what I needed a fix of Mr Feddeler. Just what I needed to tuck me in  on this lonely night.
As always I bow to the Master of noir

Gritty and yet romantic of a sort. Another master work from the master of this kind of tale.
Thanks JF

romantic grittiness...this is a splendid write

//not pure enough to be an angel, or wicked enough to
be the devil’s call girl. if she had any morals at all, they
were easy to hide in the low light. she liked men who
were good to her, & she was good to me sometimes.

she played hard, since she’d come from a hard past.
behind her back, the guys who watched her & made up
their dirty fantasies, said she was easy. I wondered if
that, or anything, could hurt her.

she liked to sleep late, & didn’t worry much about the
clock; but if she had an appointment with her dealer, she
was right on time, because every broken thing needs a fix//

stellar imagery...thanks for sharing -- miss. barrie

when we had sex, I’d pace myself so she’d skyrocket first,
then I’d ram in for the payoff. when I unloaded my cargo,
I’d make to evacuate, but she’d grip me tighter. ‘leave it,’
she’d say, ‘it belongs there.’

Beautiful...