parking lot attendant girls
who work in fancy hotels
have dreams
melissa chewed her pencil
as she wrote short stories
behind the parking lot till
filled with her schemes
the Fleetwood Cadillac
with its green hard top
parked in the third space
under the moonlight
became the scene
for her next murderous plot
where a showgirl
who carried her Gideon's Bible
and read it everywhere
and in between shows
was found in the moonlight
with fresh blood on her
pretty sequined panty hose
and spattered across her
quizzical blond bombshell brows
her tossled head looking up from
the bullet-ridden dashboard of the Fleetwood
counting the stars she would
never again know
when a horn honked
interrupting the murder in mid-thought
the leather boy with the spit-collick curl
in his dark mustang Shelby
unloads a 38 special into her booth
and that's the abrupt
end to her tale
bang bang and shoot-em-up
isn't no real way to go
only the parked green hardtop Fleetwood
with its cold eyes
plays the silent witness
as melissa's
stars
go out.
all these random words given to me by my partner to fashion a poem
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and also for this poet Melissa A. Howells
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
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WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE AS WERE THE TWO PREVIOUS POEMS.
