ESCAPE FROM THE FILM NOIR CITY

you and me, sugar
living in a black and white world
where the brick walls
of back alleys
are continuous
and lead to a pair
of haunted headlights
in the city
this city
our city
of angels
and demons

in the thick dark
a small glint
of cigarette ember
a hat tipped over a face
rain water on the slick asphalt
a dead body
in the truck
of our car

ladies
pouring buckets of water
out of windows
cops drive by slowly
we kiss like
mad mad madness
we take the body
to the river
as the radio transmitter
plays distorted
the reports rolling in

you crashed your car
into my world, sugar
you slinked on over
in a blood red dress
and you wore your lipstick
thick
thick as thieves
you and me
until they catch us
in the act

let’s leave for vegas
try to make it to the mirage
by sunlight
let’s leave behind the grit
and the shit
of this here town
that we once called home

the ghosts can’t keep up
ain’t no way they’ll keep up
we can run away
i’m not worried, sugar
look into my eyes
i’m not worried, sugar
i’m not worried

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

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Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press. View all posts by brice maiurro