Slip Alley VI

A sharp drill breaks the hush,
Jack looks out his window,
the dawn looks liverish,
another slate autumn day.

He has funds to burn,
ten thousand, he recollects
a bargain made,
uneasy cliches flood his mind,
he hums an old tune absently,
dancing with the devil
the ferryman will demand his due.

He thought he had no rivals
yet the contract thinks otherwise,
a high pitched pain
seizes his right temple,
flourescent stars and zigzags
flicker in the horizon
of his vision, the voices on the radio
speak through socks.

With clammy hands,
icy sweat running down his back,
he wrestles with a childproof cap,
cursing sex and mothers,
finally it clicks, he swallows
three caps of codeine
washed down with thick black coffee
to placate the monster
thrashing his brain.

Is it time to move again?
He flips a coins, heads;
eyes shut he stabs a pin into a globe,
he books a flight to Hanoi,
and a bus for Halong Bay.

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4 thoughts on “Slip Alley VI

  1. Brilliant! Some absolutely delicious lines: ‘the voices on the radio
    speak through socks.’ ~ ‘icy sweat running down his back,
    he wrestles with a childproof cap, cursing sex and mothers,’ … more please! 🙂

  2. So now Jack is a globe trotter…and to Hanoi…OMG! What hath you wrought here, girl? Knew jack was in a little trouble with that “liverish dawn” I really like that..sets a great noir tone here. Can’t wait for next installment! Come on!!

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