Boston Blacky meets Quentin Tarrantino
Stephen Morse

A flash of plastic neon redemption
stuttering cocktail signs crack blue to cow
static angels worshiping conception...
moaning rain coats and argyle skirts... of how
cool jazz swings and struts hot in a dazzle
dance of sound, strobing yellow and black... kill
with slender fingers, red nails, plunged chisel
hidden holes deep, burns draped body,lights chill
some blood red bed...fragrant forever
gas lights, spot lights, black or sunny
cardboard core primary backlot weather
murderous silhouettes twisting in funny
pages; bright-stark rare silk-stocking shadows
making love murderous, sleek, and shallow.