SEATTLE NOIR 

“The night was a time 
for bestial affinities, for 
drawing closer to oneself.” 
― Patricia Highsmith
Strangers on a Train
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It’s a dark Highsmithian night—
perfect for murdering somebody

The clouds scuttling overhead—
the sun hidden for months
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The monsoon so depressing—
making me feel like killing somebody

Better them than me, of course—
even tho sometimes it gets pretty close
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The streets so razor-sharp noir—
wet and sullen and slippery

The sidewalks dangerous—
I could slip and fall into the Bay
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Your typical Seattle noir—
totally and completely gnarly

People on buses & high-speed rail—
crammed homicidally together
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I should know because I’m—
one of them slouched in fear

As if I’m always on the run—
the mob constantly after me
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Hiding out with my girlfriend—
young Seattle slutty whore 

She’d just as soon like—
turn me in for a lousy buck