Every Crowded Bar

Candle-lit brooches blinds the darkness

Whiskey perfumes the pearled dame

Her thin eyebrows, false lashes, painted red lips, manicured nails

Put pen to pad to pistol

Bourbon shadows suffocate

Every crowded bar

excerpt from

Fedora City

John S. O'Connor

2009

reblogged via Poetryfoundation.org

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Thomas De Marsay

                                  https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/10/poetry-noir