he knew all
too well
his femmes fatales
would find him soft
and graphically
bro
ken at the end
of one pulpy pen
ultimate
anticlimactic
line after another,
and where nothing
he laid down
before them in vain
glorious color
could stop them
from coming
sheathed in plain
black-and-white
fictions again and again.
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