Black As Noir♠️

( a Concrete spill & scrub )
  
   
A  
black  
tar crow,  
the night in  
silhouette, he  
flies  away  from  
his inheritance but  
is caged by syllables  
and the past, black as  
noir of death before  
dawn, with sirens’  
calling that also  
turn to night,  
but it’s then  
as crow’s  
perch’d  
above  
over  
city  
street,  
fleeting  
shadows  
a city flash  
neon strobe  
that separates,  
to merge into the  
bars and private  
clubs, the high  
and the low  
life are as  
one tide  
alone  
till  
an  
onyx  
wave,  
tox-ic,  
& mute,  
a disdain,  
rogue dog  
crews of the  
hour drag the  
hookers back to  
the alleys, and the  
crow on his laptop to  
peck about the sex,  
of lovers & lies &  
cold war spies,  
the treachery  
& butchery,  
to look up  
bomber  
black-  
outs  
of  
dime  
store’  
novels  
(read  in  
hard rain)  
by  Mickey  
S p i l l a n e  
•♣️•