Noir Nights
Everyone starts something – a sentence, a new living arrangement, a changing of the mind – all in a day. As they say. Why not start at night, in the noir world? Think about it this way. The next day starts a second after midnight. Where would be we without the nighttime? Most of us, not even here. Therein, lives the truth of it – back to the front, and sideways in the bushes. The world’s becoming a dark place, as it has always done – after several decades or centuries of illumination. Light up a smoke and I’ll tell you a story. Somewhere, someplace, maybe in the universe next door – about a world where everyone worked on the night shift. Starting the day at just past 11:00 p.m., knocking down alarm buzzer. You’ve got an hour for a hot cup of mud and a shower, all the time you need to rattle those bones and get your ass in gear. Everyone’s going somewhere, past the midnight hour, thinking about changing who they were yesterday, shining a light inside a corner of their mind. There you are walking down the alley, whistling a jazz tune from another century, feeling the night snapping into place with a click and a chorus of seagull laughter off in the distance. Nighttime whispers and enfolds you into its secrets.
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I’m putting together an eBook of my Internet Poems, Prose Poems, and Noir Prose Poems, among others types of poems. More info as this project progresses.
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really liked the Mixed media abstract on paper!