NOIR POETRY 365 | POEM 022
[OLD MOJO]
Escaped convict night
The old mojo returning
Unsummoned again
Stars poking holes
In dark velvet skies
Moon smiling amiss
A cigarette cherry
Light burning slow
Noir poetry dreams
Funny how some words
Can still open worlds
That were never there
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