Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

The night air

crisp

cold

Alive with the smell of damp smog

And the heartbeats of the city

Leaning down

the angel said ......

Divine protection isn't free

DIA

from allpoetry.com

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Laura 1944

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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