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The bookies assistant has a msg part II

hey Frank
how did she look?

how did who look?

the bookies assistant.
the woman with the weave.

womans got a knife at her side
wanting your attention
got a gun air drying – as much as she is
there’s an outstanding debt that ain’t being talked about
and she might be the only woman in town
who does what she does
and won’t get referred to her proper name
other than being the bookies assistant….
and you wanna know what she looked like?

well yeah
i mean
you couldn’t a been lookn at the ceilin’ the whole time
i mean come on Frank….

…..Artie….she looked like a Glen Orbik painting….
if the woman in the painting were 50 years old and
if she had – had some encounter with
Fester Addams who had decided to do some bomb testing
and she was a casualty of bad timing…..

you mean

i mean
in all round tactics
she’s the scariest fuckn person ever to let you know
you better pay what you fuckn owe…..

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the bookies assistant has a message

gun moll?
bitch is just crazy.
she’ll walk into the room
– fresh from the shower
sit down on the sofa
hair in a towel weave
the only towel i might add…
and while you’re looking
at the ceiling….
she’ll pull a blade from between the cushions.

shit

shit yeah.

then she’ll just get up
wiggle her naked ass out of the living space.
you’ll hear the blade chunk into some wall in another room
and she’ll lock the bathroom door
turn on the dryer

crazy

CRAZY.
fuckn gun of hers
sits on the dining room table
taken apart
ready to be cleaned
oils and what not out
with pipe cleaners.
she don’t need that fuckn gun
to get the message across to ya.


the public saw what they wanted to…..you went past it

i

am only what you

see

on the surface

 

dig deeper

past the masculine shoulder gun-holster

 

take off the fedora

and see the baldness pattern

 

look past my notes

and see the diary

 

i may be gritting my teeth

i may be picturing you naked

i may be thinking about the right brand of justice

i am definitely`

making sure i’m one step ahead of everyone else

 

but on the surface

 

i am only what you think

you

see…..

 

 


end of the day……….she wasn’t gonna pay anyhow

i move back away
from
the blinds
sit down in my office chair
stiffly

lil fin jumps up
in my
lap

and i grimace
but
i can’t scold him

scratching the top of
his
head

looking out past the glass
no
need for a secretary
no
cases

i

think back on all the events

it’s only been a week
a week
since she first approached me
since
i tackled him

and then…..

put it all together

lil fin falls asleep on my lap
he doesn’t shed
so
what the hell i guess
i smirk

i chuckle

and i shake my head

sometimes
putting it all together
isn’t worth
the pay check


the in between before the after math

i don’t smoke
and i hardly touch
the drink

unless

of course it’s to
interrogate
or woo

first on the scene were
a frenzy around me

lil fin danced
and she stayed
stoned

i was later told
that had i
taken a snort or
two,
i very well would have
bled to death

if i were a
smoker,
i probably would not be
strong enough
to heal

police arrived
and she was carted away

i would have loved
to enjoy
her and that red
dress

it seems all the femme fatales
are in red dresses

she kept the dress
bundled
on her lap

until

the officer in charge
barked loudly
bringing her back to life

as i fought for
mine

she dressed, and while i faded
she was an angel above my head

tho

not really.


lil fin to the rescue

lil
fin
yips around
my chalked
lined
body

she sits on the sofa waiting

lil fin
am i gonna miss you?

lil fin
quit lickin’
i’m sore
and
can’t laugh

there’s a
knock on the door
but
he won’t move
neither
will she
i’m in and out
eyes
trying to look
hope the under-door-shadow
does
more than stand in the
hall

YES

that was a gunshot

YES

that’s my dog sounding unhappy

NO

it
may not be safe

she is silent
but
possibly still
dangerous

lil fin
hold on lil buddy
i
will
too……


healing heart, healing gut…………

i miss you.
me
peering thru
the
blinds from
the
office
watching the
cars and
the sidewalk
people
puffing on
snow shovelled
madness
while
i backed out of
mine
without shovelling
knowing
the ass of a
neighbour
will blow half
of
his onto my
property,
against
my house
but –
i miss you.
12 storeys high
in a world
of
my own

i need a mystery to solve

i need your puzzle pieces

fingers
drag down
the blinds
casting
up a bit of
dust
and making that sound
while
closing out the
sunlight

shadows straight-lined
on the walls
and nothing left
to
pursue…..


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