Haiku Noir

A gun for hire,
Filled with holes
Sleeps soundly with fishes.

Red lips,
Made redder still
By the sound of the gun.

Patience is
Slanted pistols on walls and
Faint whistles in between.

Two lips meet
Flicker of memory
Broken hearts soaked in smoke.

Passive smoking-
Buying the truth
Of a Private Eye.

Key Largo:
The sun burns the letters
In June’s memory.

Attributes: Plano detalle by julianrod, CC-BY-NC-SA-2.0

(NaPoWriMo 2013 #10)

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