LAST NIGHT [NOIR POETRY 365]

[LAST NIGHT]

Two-faced 

A spy

A double agent 

Double life

The great skin 

The putrid gut

Eyes on the prize

Always 

A vampire 

An incubus 

All the birds swooning 

Losing their feathers

Silently hitting 

Concrete 

Soft soap

Hands-on-approach 

Bursting open

All their [in]securities 

Taking the loot [out]

Feeding 

The void within 

Morning comes

As night 

& Vice versa 

Mostly vice

A pause

A poise

A secret 

Cigarette

High on a terrace

Gazing at infinity 

At another spy 

Two-faced 

Incubus 

A stranger 

One bullet

A sigh

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