Best Raymond Chandler Poems

Hot Air

The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint Ann the mother of Mary
Is remembered in so many ways
But not for a wind that blows from the desert
And makes...

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I wish I was a tough guy
The kind you meet in books 
Made of rock hard muscle
With rugged hard man looks
A Raymond Chandler hero 
Exuding macho charm
A super spy or villain
With a beauty on each arm

I’d love to be the kind of guy
That others see...

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I am behind
the large white wheel of an Oldsmobile.
I am a page ripped from a Raymond Chandler novel.
Clipped words curl close to my lips as hot as ash.

Dreamy eyes are cold tonight, there will be death
at the side of a desert back-road.
Revolvers will be shaken...

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