criminal mastermind kaspar gutman

By celticman

Mon, 11 Apr 2016
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Sitting alone staring into thin air

What with the squeak of the back gate

‘Who’s that there?’ I dare.

A femme fatale appears out of grit and smoke

And all our worse fears

Don’t be stupid, she’s not fat

Not that kind of dirty rat and joke doll

There’s an angled shot of her fixing the room

Vice in her voice:

‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon’

She poses in the half-light

Duplicitous sex they’re all the same

But this one –‘you got a light big boy?’ dips our flame

Sheers silk screen stretches and unravels lights delights

Peter Lorre holding a gun slides into sight

‘Joe Cairo,’ you say

Blow smoke rings any old way

Sidney Greenstreet putters into view

Crowded in your office, the dame slips closer to you

‘Predictable, I was expecting you earlier,’ you say

In a George Raft voice kind of way

Buys you time

Bang!

The lights go out and the moll escapes

A shot in the dark

The smoke clears

Who’s to blame for the sudden flame?

 

Shit. Need to wait

Next week you pray.

The movie will unravel in the same way. 

Certificate PG
Poem
Crime

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

I could visualize a scene from an old black and white film while reading this and for some unknown reason, Diana Dors sprung to mind as the Femme Fatale.

It sounds like you were so deeply engrossed in what you were writing, that you became a part of it.

I can't wait to find out what happens next too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks Jenny, I think we all put our bon bons away and grew up to live happy ever after. Diana Dors. Good shout. Definitely of that blond bombshell femme fatale variety.