Friday Noir: One Lonely Night

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The day was runnin’ heavy.

The overcharged engine was runnin’ rough.

Laying there, the humid air drapes across like a mask.

Silence outside, no silence in my head.

Get up, get out.

A walk into the lonely night to clear it.

Smoke a Lucky.

Or ten.

The asphalt streets, steaming from the rain.

The night, more like a sackcloth than a comfort.

Trying hard to get lost in it.

Trust none of what you hear, and less of what you see.

The deep part of the night calls, cajoles, teases….

I can’t ask for forgiveness.

My sins are all I have.

My redemption is found in the pebbled grip of a gat, biting into my palm.

Some saviour, eh?

Life…it’s just a distraction.

It tries to fool us all.

© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2013


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