Detective noir story (poems 9,10 and 11)
I found my landlord on the building stoop
Couldn't tell if he was packed, but eyes blasting
I gave him a yard, I thought he might whoop
He was happy, knew it wouldn't be lasting
He said “if I don't see more in five weeks
I am painting it and raising your rent”
I got my key and recalled how he reeks
I shaved my beard or at least made a dent
Took a long hot shower and embraced sleep
I had dreamed a doll brushed hair from my eyes
Then the Ameche rang, woke with a leap
“This is Liela” spoke dove's voice full of sighs
“Hi Leila! Where's John?” I said like a sap
She breathed “In hour four of an eight hour nap”
“You are the fifth dirty P.I. I called”
Her voice like honey, “what John said you were”
“Don't folks mind being called at three” I drawled
“A bit” She purred, “They ask me by”, “even her?”
I asked “especially the hers” said mild
“Private Detectives had five Smiths listed
I dialed until I reached you” said the child
“I like it at John's place, it's forested
When John sleeps I enjoy the shining lake
His help scrams until eight when I am here
They're so sweet to me, everything's Jake
Walking the middle for this gives me fear”
I caught her drift. She wanted her own poke
She bade me dreams. “Don't get bit” was her joke
I can guess her angle, ducking bullets
And rice may or may not be worth the risk
John's in a business where they slit gullets
If her groom died she'd get out of their brisk
Don't deal with shysters, have built up rhino
Have a packed keister, empty out the box
And drift through the shadows like a wino
Could use one who knows John's beans like a fox
A shamus like me. Sheba she may be
I'll get my piece of the pie and run out
She won't have to rub me out to be free
Can live on a keister of kale no doubt
I dreamed of walking on the beach with her
I wouldn't jog, she did 'til she was a blur
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Submitted on October 08, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF GG HIHI JKJK LXLX MM XNCN OPOP QRQR II |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,871 |
Words | 371 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4, 4, 2 |
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