Ch. 8: Annus Mirabilis

 

Dewey spends Christmas at his daughter's,

his leg healing,

but it was no joke, and not shot as thought,

 

at least not directly, but a ricochet

glancing off the brick, entering his leg already flattened,

ripping into his femoral artery.

 

It was a mess, and a drive-by, not meant for him.

It is, after all, Chicago.

Jackson is back in Corpus, this thing with Rebecca

 

is proving wholesome for both of them, neither prone

to wholesomeness by nature.

So the year is ending for the brothers, nothing accomplished—

 

the bad guys are still bad, but there is money in the bank

and no one died, which seems, to them, all to the good.





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Written on 2016-12-29 at 18:57

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Hard-boiled poetry: what's not to like?
2016-12-30


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Whenever one of these "continuation poems" comes up, I am eager to read it. I know, knowing me, I get to read all of them again to catch me up. And I do so with enjoyment anew. There's a new character name here, Rebecca. And a daughter/niece? Hmmmm. What about that line where it stated nothing was accomplished? And the wholesome reference? I'm wondering about all this. What's coming and what's going? I'm waiting!
2016-12-29