A sticky end
Black-clad
in the night
shadows
somewhere
a cat yowls
and a lid from a
rubbish bin
[they call them “trash cans” here]
clatters to the
ground
In a city I have
never
seen
there are painted
images
I already know
how it’s going to
end
but before then
there will be a
body;
a dangerous woman;
a broody
cop; cigarette
smoke -- so much
smoke; and barely
restrained sexual
innuendo wearing a
satin robe.
Somewhere
in the night
shadows
a lid from a trash
can
clatters to the
ground
and a cat yowls
black-clad
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