Bullets For BrainsA Poem by Marlon FergusonA tribute to all the great film noirs and hard-boiled novels of the past.Billy Badass clicked with Roxy B. Kool
The bug joint was jumpin’, the jujus red hot. The mark became hostile and stone jingle-brained.A shiv to the pipes left a bleak “Harlem sunset”. The kind of red morning one never forgets. The rug they’d been cutting was soon crimson stained, And seeped in their souls on the spot. The big sleep was final; it was stand pat or fly. A rattler was laying. Their bunco imploded. A clean sneak was vital. No time for vacation. The skip out was silk as they breezed to the station, Where buttons and badges, with rods locked and loaded, Lay waiting to scrap hard or die. Cop gats began squirting hot lead in their path. Stop sticks shredded gangsta whitewalls to bare rims. Twin noodles and pans were soon mush in the crate, And few recall witnessing horror as great As the scavenging Reaper, so ghoulish and grim, Sifting shadows from the creepy bloodbath. Bullets for brains, playing all the wrong angles. Flipped head-over-heels by a dark, angry spell. Blipped off in a coffin for droppin’ a ninny. Given no choice (as if they deserved any) Between serving in Heaven or ruling in Hell. What a ditsy, dead-end way to dangle. © 2024 Marlon Ferguson |
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Added on July 18, 2024 Last Updated on July 18, 2024 Tags: gangster, crime, law and order, noir AuthorMarlon FergusonAsheville, NCAboutI enjoy painting, writing, and recording music. I have self-published two novels: "Second Wind" (coming of age drama) and "Amalgam" (horror/suspense) and a book of poetry: "Beyond the Light". more..Writing
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