Cinema Noir

is pure paradox.
Answers to questions you'd rather not have asked,
whereabouts of missing persons
you don't much like once you've found them.
Sophisticated bilingual puns elbow to elbow with outbursts
of graphic violence and dime-store philosophy.
It always starts with a black coffee transfusion and a nicotine ventilator,
always ends with a broken heart, a tarmac kiss,
a black and white betrayal.

--word salad

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside