Noir Poems

Nocturne of Wounds

A pallid night, a void's umbral reign,
Emptiness, a phantom, claimed the lane.
A dirge of noir, a melancholic strain,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.

A thunderous hush, a silence stark and deep,
The vise of anguish, where dark tendrils creep.
A preternatural dread, secrets to keep,
The cerulean sky,

thin fractures

Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things.
Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve just got to get out.

Leong and I decided to go to ‘Toads Place’—a bar right across
the street from campus. Still,

dangerous eyes poetrix

         


         piercing gaze
         inviting mouth
      gestural noir scene

Thoughts In Noir

On misted streets of fog and pain
           With lamp post lighted thoughts of rain
The city, bleak in heart’s demise
                Is cold, as tears now taunt my eyes

To walk in disappointment’s

Film Noir

It's been a while; I took a beer from the bar
and sat in a booth
which obscured the view, the world
and myself.

I wanted to be a young man
needing a young woman, but the head of the pint
soaked my mind into a quickly foaming reality
that I had to watch go flat.

I kind of slouched in the seat,
a

Noir Love and Words

The dame's confession shook me to my core
Her life, just like a script, she did implore
With more emotion than a dame should show
She spoke of feelings that only she would know

She said her words were just a mere facade
That true emotion could not be a charade
It spoke to her in ways no one could tell
Stronger

Cinema Noir Look

With a rose between teeth
      red mouth calling me
 your look reminds me of cinema noir

Arson Noir

An affectatious arsonist announced,
“Big buildings’ burning brilliance brightens best!”
casually cites conflagration counts,
darkly deals destruction, designer-dressed.

Extinguishing each edifice enflamed,
first-rate forensic findings frequent failed.
Grievous, grim goings, ‘geniously gamed;
Hurried happenings, hastily high-tailed.

Incendiary incidents ignite 
jewel-filled junkets, jazzed jalopy jaunts.
Kindling’s kittling kiss: knave’s known kryptonite,
Lapping, leaping licks, luscious, lit lavants.

Madness! Marauding mercilessly more,
Nefarious, nursing next novel noir.

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kittle - birth,

Noir Night

The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds, as damp and listless as seaweed in the surf.

“Let’s go see a movie,” Sophy suggested, as she brought up the

Memory Noir

Cigarette smoke and cheap perfume
linger in a dance of remembrance
An unmarried aunt who clerked in a store
her rummage sale pearls yellow with age
wrapped around my memories and my fascinations
I was eleven years old when she died
and I heard my parents say: “Floss was never really happy”
But to me, she always smiled and took a 
nickel

Film Noir

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 until blood spills from a mouth.

I park carefully until the

Noir Intrusions

It’s the cat on the doorstep you didn’t expect.
A burnt-out lightbulb darkening the foyer.
It’s the thought of something creepy lurking under the porch,
A feeling you might need a clever lawyer.

It’s the odd conjunction of uncanny events,
With noir intrusions scratching in the closet.
It’s a drip from the faucet you just had repaired.
Make sure your will is

Donuts

I always get up early. Early, early, early and it’s Saturday morning. So I scooted over to “Donut Crazy” and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I’m NOT suicidal.)

At 8am, I’m in the suite common area, on the couch, binging “Ladybug and Cat Noir” on my iPad

Fantome Du Noir Chevalier

“fantôme du noir chevalier”



whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns 
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within - 
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn 
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead

Hope Noir

Dark thoughts, running around my head
Tortured soul, wishing it was dead
Not knowing how she truly feels
Wounds she caused, will they heal?

Death of me, would be an easy option
Noose, or blade? Or drugs of some concoction?
No! I can’t, my faith won’t let me!
Hope still lives, together, myself and she?

Patience, a virtue, I wish to know!
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