FAREWELL KEATS, HELLO MARLOWE
-Good bye, Poetry,
I’ve got noir fiction to write –
hard dames, double-crossing weasel types,
bodies in alleyways,
bodies with concrete footwear,
bodies of snitches, bodies of
wrong-place-wrong-timers.
-The title of my first book is
“The Echo Park Murders,”
to be followed by
“Massacre on the Sunset Strip.”
-Suspense! Intrigue!
Hollywood types! paparazzi!
drugs! murder!
-Take care, Poetry,
stick to your sonnets & quatrains,
I’ll take the money
and live off blood and gore
for a while…
-Hey, sorry about that,
but it’s the first & last rule of poetry:
the poem has to end some time.