by Bill Yarrow
This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.This time the speedboat is not transporting drugs.This time the hero gets it in the neck.
This poem appeared in The Miscreant.
Thank you, Amanda Harris.
Confounding narrative expectations.
That last line sealed it for me.*
Reminds me of...
isn't that the root of noir, sorta? *
does not attain
is not transporting
I like the progression, Bill. Good poem.
Thanks, Larry, Gary, Amanda, JLD, Matthew, Sam, and John!
Love this, and could read this kind of poetry all day. Very cool!