Darkness cloaked the city
dense gloomy fear clung heavy on Kitty
As she tried to find her way out
of this predicament;
I didn’t know who more to pity
Her or me.
How did I ever get wrapped up in her drama?
I am a smart and savvy the kind of man any mama
Would love to marry for their daughter;
But as we hid in this dumpster
All I really wanted was to pump her
for information about her gangster boyfriend.
Now he had us both trapped
As if we were apt
To turn him in for his sins
Because there was only one who could prove
So his Kitty he intended to remove
I was just collateral damage.
Dark, smelly and cramped
in this leaden box filled with crap,
I realized that my ridiculously large handgun was still in my car,
Across the street from the bar
where I picked up this dame.
Now just let me disclaim, that it was not a Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver in my pocket.
Not ashamed but stupefied, I wondered
what’s her game?
Cause this was insane
hiding, hoping we could abstain
From the bloodletting game
Of hers.
Or was it her game?
Not really innocent, not wholly without blame
Emboldened I sought her mouth
As my thoughts quickly went south
Would she badmouth the thug that got her into this snug
spot with me?
Was she the kind of girl that would betray, trust laid astray
For a goon that sought to make our grave this dark, smelly tomb in the alleyway?
What a way to go!
I never imagined it so
Falling head over heels in this deathtrap set on wheels,
And now finally as love was made known this would become my gravestone.
No. No! This was not how our story would end!
Our very lives would depend
on my ability of getting Kitty out of this mess.
Love cannot blossom when under duress
With only one way out
would she trust me?
If only I could think
wading through strong attraction and stink;
My gun nowhere near
I’m a detective, it’s my career
To rescue damsels in distress
I swear, somehow I will get us out of this stinking mess
Looking up into my eyes
I knew she would comply
To anything I ask;
Lord I longed to bask
in the sweetness of her charms
It was then the alarm when off
Because she really was smokin hot
And focused I am not,
I was briefly distracted by loud sirens
That was enough to move us into action
As we scrambled out of the tin box
and ran ninety to nothing out of harms way
Guns banging
Fire blazing
Blood crazing
There’s nothing boring about my new girl Kitty
How I lucky I am to behold her great beauty;
I am just a gumshoe bewitched by a snitch.
The end.
Cheryl A. Broome
4/9/13
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