Romantic Seinfeld Detective Fiction

My baby takes the mourning train

she works from 9 til 5 and then

she takes another home again

to find me waiting for her

My baby rides the loudest dirt bike

even invented by man.

She plays ‘Thunder Road’ on repeat

and I think this bike will explode.

My baby takes a warning shot

a thousand trigger-men

hit the dirt, a train goes

off the rails. she works from 9 til 5 and then

My baby stops traffic with my body

she works with plastic explosives.

My dumb-ass limbs attached to train tracks

to find me waiting for her.

My baby stakes a formal claim,

she pans for detonating caps

in photogenic water.

A magazine about gangsters waiting for her.

My baby takes a morning hostage,

she plants evidence in lockers

to find a limit to investiture.

she takes another home again

She takes me to the movies

and a restaurant. We go—

sloooow dancin’. We

are tied to chairs by assassins.

and a restaurant. We go

escape being sawed in half.

We smash a moon-shine still.

My baby takes a hop-head in.

My baby has a shoot-out in the rain.

This could go all the way

to the top. She works from 9 to 5

she has dirt on the District Attorney’s son.

My baby climbs up on the roof of the train

to knife-fight the bagmen.

He falls off the top and into a ravine.

to find me waiting for her.

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