Hawaii Limo Exit.March 30, 2009 at 6:15 pm | Posted in memoirs, poetry, writing | 7 Comments
Tags: Mamu, memoirs, poetry, three card, writing
If you don’t play for high stakes it’s never more than jewellery and empty scented envelopes, she says.
Every story needs a bad guy, I just wanted it most.
Oh escapes some rounded sweet pink lips,
I’ve never been on a literal red carpet before.
You don’t spend five years inside for having a big mouth
without turning learning taking a trick or two hanging up the phone
stubbing out another obvious cigarette prop.
Never mind my dear his arm around her waist
and never fear, when backlit by a spotlight moon,
and Mamu accelerates away