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hustlers come in broken beds
Raymond Chandler said everything begins with poetry.
she might have been the star of her own ode by some romantic
poet, all quilled up in fancy dictation. or maybe she was tapped
out one keystroke at a time by one of those hard dames, like
Parker or Plath.
you could count the long parade of broken hearts by the notches
on her solid gold lipstick tube, or the bruises on her thighs, close
to her tainted love ride. if it’s open for business, I’ve been there.
she followed the bright lights that led through the champagne
supper clubs, down the wet alleys to the shady motel. she
promised a joker the moon & a handful of stars, & she always
delivered.
when she took off her tight clothes, un-dangled her jewelry, let
her hair hang loose & shook her head just like that, it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the
devil’s assembly line, strictly for sex.
sure, it was the kind of real passion that doesn’t come in movies
or dreams. that’s how it was with her; how it was with me.
she had that old Hollywood glamour, & the truly beautiful kinda
spits in my face. I needed to rough her up some, part of my own
insecurities, I figure.
pulling her hair, biting her lip. my tongue a little too deep in her
throat. squeezing her firm charms hard, very hard, but her moans
told me she liked it that way.
when the cherry bomb popped, it was sudden & vacant, & I
choked on the regret. there must be a name for it, a dirty name,
but we can’t handle the shame, so we call it love. & when it ends,
it hurts just as bad.
that’s the way it goes in my noir city,
like a love story written in Hell…
(Art: Danny Clark)
Published 24th May 2016
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24th May 2016 5:14pm
"promised a joker the moon & a handful of stars, & she always
delivered."
John love this hard loving tale..
so it turned out she was a virgin?
either way love this masterfully written noir..
love Crim
delivered."
John love this hard loving tale..
so it turned out she was a virgin?
either way love this masterfully written noir..
love Crim
24th May 2016 5:45pm
Some women have never wanted to be treated like China Dolls;
they want to experience the real story behind the fairy tales.
The dark forest of truth. Good write, John.
they want to experience the real story behind the fairy tales.
The dark forest of truth. Good write, John.
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24th May 2016 6:13pm
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Anonymous
24th May 2016 6:15pm
Lol! You are so bad ass and
soul is your ink weaponry.
Too much,
too much Sir, darling, babe.
Love you much
soul is your ink weaponry.
Too much,
too much Sir, darling, babe.
Love you much
24th May 2016 6:55pm
"when she took off her tight clothes, un-dangled her jewelry, let
her hair hang loose & shook her head just like that, it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the
devil’s assembly line, strictly for sex."
Smokin' hot verse
her hair hang loose & shook her head just like that, it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the
devil’s assembly line, strictly for sex."
Smokin' hot verse
24th May 2016 7:59pm
You have taken romance to a different line of thought.
You treated her rough and she liked it well enough.
Don't know why, when the cherry bomb popped it
was the beginning of the end.
You treated her rough and she liked it well enough.
Don't know why, when the cherry bomb popped it
was the beginning of the end.
24th May 2016 10:34pm
Hustlers come to broken souls - or is it broken souls who come to hustlers? Reminded me of a Phillip Kerr novel, or Edith Piaf and Emile Zola. Dark and sad and washes in shades of gray (no no, not the 50 kind), a cynical romance.
The fact that this line bothered me simply told me your poem was even more effective than I thought; "it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the devil’s assembly line, strictly for sex. "
I wouldn't have thought hard dames committed suicide, though.
The fact that this line bothered me simply told me your poem was even more effective than I thought; "it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the devil’s assembly line, strictly for sex. "
I wouldn't have thought hard dames committed suicide, though.
Anonymous
25th May 2016 2:08am
Sir John, so many lines I adore in this...but this here...saw it and felt it....
"you could count the long parade of broken hearts by the notches
on her solid gold lipstick tube, or the bruises on her thighs, close
to her tainted love ride. if it’s open for business, I’ve been there."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"you could count the long parade of broken hearts by the notches
on her solid gold lipstick tube, or the bruises on her thighs, close
to her tainted love ride. if it’s open for business, I’ve been there."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
25th May 2016 6:47am
' ...it was then
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the
devil’s assembly line,'
For me THE stand out lines from many in an outstanding write.
that a man decided a woman, every woman, was built on the
devil’s assembly line,'
For me THE stand out lines from many in an outstanding write.
Anonymous
25th May 2016 7:12pm
O' here you go again John, taking my breath away.
Isn't that why stars shine bright when the sky is dark and cold, it's the only place where they feel they belong.
Isn't that why stars shine bright when the sky is dark and cold, it's the only place where they feel they belong.
25th May 2016 7:22pm
I do believe I live in your noir city. I love that take pictures of what is with no filters or airbrushing allowed
A perfectly done piece, Sir John
A perfectly done piece, Sir John
