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damn near impossible
separating Bonnie from Clyde
co-stars in a macabre drama
sweet faced beauty
a romantic .. poet .. killer
a dichotomy
using sex and sass
robbery .. murder .. all in a day's work
~~ until twenty-six bullets
stopped her cold
Light up that cig
toss back a shot
swallow the pill
[ worst of the lot ]
tennis till dawn
softball in rain
startin' to think
[ you don't have a brain ]
everyone does it
really you say
I know you're wrong
[ the piper you’ll pay ]
time to grow up
sensible / smart
you'll live much longer
[ I love that part ]
hiding behind
a tidal wave of hair
she's a vixen
never a victim
armed with formidable powers
ability to flummox your psyche
blur your vision
draw you into a place from
which there is no escape
down with a thud
stuck in the mud
what shall I do
this I ask you
will this mud soothe
parts hard to move
slather me now
how now brown cow
When all is said and done
You remain the one
Forever friend of mine
A toast to us with wine
Come sit with me this night
Till morning sun turns bright
We’re older now that’s true
The devil's got his due
We braved it all stood tall
And now we face last call
I thank you this sweet night
For sharing strength and light
We've lived the worst, the best
And yes, we've passed the test
True friendship never dies
No matter our goodbyes
the last place one would go to be seen ~
the point of it all
in the morning hours they write
after lunch they wander past sea-battered cliffs
stopping to absorb the quiet that’s not entirely quiet
the waves, the wind
yet somehow it settles their souls
they are like the sea
not a sunny sea or a stormy sea
but one with long waves
coming in on a smooth beach
under a full moon
a star filled sky
writers in synch
this is poetry in motion
in double
time
an
arrhythmia of sorts
eyes averted / they remain silent
movement / their narrative
step after
step
in perfect
synchrony
music lifts
them
past the
setting sun
beyond the rising moon
artwork in the "naive" style by Guido Vedovato
hard to
taste life thru clenched teeth
while
caressing a pitchfork
never mind
the forecast
windows
wear shades thin as the lives they frame
while lightning
rods pray for thunder
the time has
come ~
to step
clockwise into tomorrow
GPS is playing tricks
Someone Quick! We’re in a fix
Due at Palace hours ago
{ Better if we go by crow? }
Lunch with Queen
A "Royal Scene”
Command invite .. Plain outta sight!
North seems east and south looks west
We might end up in Budapest
Black cats .. bad luck, so they say
We'll make it Mates and "yes" today!
