she flicks a crackling orange tip
careless eyes gloss over
with sucking blue leisure
spirit-fumes waft airborne
tendrils from a two-fingered draw
exhaling through pursed lips
the aroma of a thoughtless meditation
symbol of a shared peace
the ritual of letting down
last rite before a firing squad
truce from the pace

but—

the target of a new prohibition
saying, danger, danger
ban t...

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The band blew till ten o clock

A crooner crucified the blues

Humming was the marble floor

My feet hot in crocodile shoes

Dancing like this is no good

You can't do that anymore

Getting close to a stranger

Risks death from every pore

I held you closer in my arms

You rumpled my new coiffure

I felt your heart beating wild

Dreamed of a bedroom door

Aro...

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She wears sneakers and

Uses the back streets

Dark alleys cover her tracks.

Its like the days of

Prohibition only without the

Tommy guns and as

The first bit in any book on

Economics is

Demand and supply and

They're crying out for her

Services the price is steep.

She sees a police car but it

Zooms off, a false alarm,

This is nerve-racking but a buzz and

She...

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A silence fell upon the city,

contorted shadows twisting moonlight.

Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced

bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers

in an unforgiving wind.

The wretched odour of deprivation

a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.

Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap

and by night the vampires feast on th...

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