Joseph Spence Sr Poet Free verse

Motif Crosses—iconic Blast

Milieu iconography with flashing lights
Smokey gambling rooms—gang wars
Flashy suits and fedora hats in the fights
Neon signs flashing—this world is yours

Hey, get a name with the next phone call
Surely, he can’t really be all that rough
While hanging out in a flower shop stall
Like bowling pins fall he wasn’t tough

Whistling “Chi Me Frena?” surreal assassin 
As Shamrock night club they all shot up
Coin flipping henchman hell risky brazen
Bang—he won’t sip St. Peter’s golden cup

Crosses on bodies from iconic gun blast
Even barking dog can’t stop the tragedy
Tony’s sister like a baby’s toy dances at last
Just seems like a wild circle of comedy

Wearing a scar as one from the war
Nation’s shame 1932 gangsters shown
Killing people to take over, what for?
Whistling assassin your life is blown

© Joseph, 5/29/08
© All Rights Reserved

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James Foulk September 28, 2008 at 8:13 PM a very different kind of piece you wrote, keeps one reading till the end.

Brian Strand August 27, 2008 at 12:38 AM Congrats on your success in John's contest.Joseph.Rgds Brian

Sharon Winter August 26, 2008 at 7:20 PM Congratulations Joseph on your win in John's contest! Miss you - hope all is well. Love, Shar

Marycile Beer June 13, 2008 at 8:35 PM It was a little before my time but I do remember the boot legging of whisky when I was a child. I could tell you a scary story but it is to long. Good one, Joseph. God Bless, Cile