short stop spot shot drink smooth as the pool felt.
time moves as the ice reflect the jewel melt.
welcome another one like two minutes.
a cheap man of few limits.
king hammer, rubber face.
another case finished.
mirror in pocket to change back.
other side of the alley a strange cat.
months to practice the accent.
mimic mannerisms, posture and left handed.
could call it framework. sometimes it doesn't go well.
once kill a vic, out of the blue, side of the hotel.
priceless expressive, squeeze defensive.
don't call an ambulance, it's too expensive.
he's dead lady. go home. robbed by a criminal.
killer clone on the loose, murdered the original.
this was like then, can never use that face again.
notebook of every lie to never forget a friend.
laced neck, heavy gold, tie feels too tight.
of course, pour another. why reveals through life.
a sigh conceals the fright.
being watched is uncomfortable.
got nerves to calm.
it's going wonderful.
the 8ball falls cashing in
last call ya'll ration it.
bar empty as the glass again.
darkest corner of the room. eyes like irvine.
tar pit penguin view less skies light per crime.
pass dimensions, particle transmissions.
constant room scans like a fan pans visions.
connoisseur of jewelry, aficionado of gold chains.
proclivity of bold claims, affinity for cold rains,
spin an askew zippo on the table, patience is key.
furtive progress as the shark stationed adjacently.
an artful innocuous appearance.
knowledge of distance.
accounting for interference.
adherence to laws of physics.
the essential clearance.
punched a hole in a wall to get a foot out once. embarrassed.
took years of practice to perfect it.
took seconds to enjoy the benefits reflected.
generally. the gods frown on such avarice.
hazardous lights laughing, "have a kiss"
but they don't know how to feel like this.
it's easier than just being invisible.
in and out, it's over, never seeing them miserable.
luxurious. is what it is, hidden limitlessness.
business is witness-less, cleverness, never miss.
the 8ball falls cashing in
last call ya'll ration it.
bar empty as the glass again.
should have never robbed cheadle the don
or at least tucked the chain in. what are the odds.
bleeding along, jukebox repeating a song. won't need very long.
just as feared.
soon as the trigger pulled, once again, disappeared.
bullet casing peck the floor, set the score.
one nil to the gold holder, should protect the neck more.

walking on ice, styling steps, aura repressed.
color scheme camouflage covers the best.
you should see the shit been melted down dunny.
rock it up and link it round, lookin like we found money.
flip it all profit, aye, remember though, stash before splashing.
c str8 got his ass kicked for smashing out too fast kid.
(who that?) this crazy bastard. one eye was plastic.
drew the piece sideways, cowboy in "who ride" days.
cuban link ironic on his neck. left me for dead once.
sprinkling bread crumbs, found him in ten months.
in fuckin florida beach side, breathing deep with each tide.
knife in wind pipe, salty air, look like a leech died.
took the rollie, left a tan line,
i don't even need to know the damn time.
he wasted his, i'm biding mine. still here riding fine.
shit….
round midnight, sun light, moon bright.
in the alley just as planned and the gold in sight.
eight plus one not safe, aim right, hold it tight.