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Sinister
by Ken HarnischThe 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 isnt 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 © 2023 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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