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Sinister

by Ken Harnisch

The woman touched and looked

And did everything but smell the dark upholstery

Before she said, “there is something

About a Town Car that is so –“

And I, eager to chime in, said, quite helpfully,

“Regal? Elegant? Sumptuous?”

And she said, “No, that isn’t it at all.”

And then she said, “Sinister.”

One word and only that

And something in her tone

Bewildered me, if not the word

Itself, and we spent the next hour

In unholy silence

Speaking of nothing

But the weather and the roads

02/07/2005

Posted on 02/07/2005
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paganini Jones on 02/13/05 at 06:37 PM

Well, there is of course... its all those gangster movies, I think

Posted by Carolyn Coville on 02/20/05 at 05:13 AM

ouch! what an uncomfortable silence that must have been! you def have set the mood in this one ken

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