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"50 Words for Poe: Witch"




She liked driving fast
The number plate in the dust
Read DOT.OZ.LimaLimaBrava 
Their destination was Wichita

Foot to the Floor 
Off Route 66 Silver Lady purred
Some Kansas backwater 
Galena sped by in a blur

He kind of liked it 
that she wore hardly a stitch 
and scowled like Sylvia Plath
Short skirt, Long Jacket, he did the math
They were in Steinbeck country 
“Grapes of Wrath”

“Cake, you know how it is -
Let them eat Cake!” he said, as he grinned
She was smokin’ hot, brunette not blonde, 
hair free, blowing in the wind, 
red lips pouting, ripe for kissing

The Devil was taking
Hell for a spin
The book rights were due 
for copyrite, the big screen and a 
Pullitzer Prize of a prestigous win

He couldn’t stop laughing
Didn’t know where to begin
He considered a lemon peel 
and green Olive in his gin

She was delivering all of his vespers
Rare pearls she threw with delight, 
holding the wheel just right, 
long legs, a veritable heaven-sent sin
Dior delivered the goods with 
Violet-scented Uber Vixen
Dom Pérignon sparkling wit and chagrin

Toot-toot!
she liked to win
playing Euchre was 
her thing …

“Where’s the Bird?” she fluttered her eyes flirtatiously at him
Flying fast foot to the floor
hand switches up the gear shift, 
the wheels spin, engines roar
“Going to Hell-in-a-handbasket to Lucifer”, she thought 

Destination Wichita off Route 66 

In the wake of Silver Lady’s spinning wheels
A murder of crows perched on the passing telegraph poles
caw-cawed caw-cawed 
their beaks covered in dust
above them a flock of old buzzards soared
balding, their tale feathers falling off in fast spiralling tufts...




(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://youtu.be/JAzTnsSgs2s
DONOVAN



“There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.” John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
 


https://youtu.be/u7aDstrDMf0
CAKE



“You're bound to get ideas if you go thinkin' about stuff” John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath


“She's touring the facility and picking up slack”. Cake


“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.” Bukowski





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