A Letter From Blackie To Baby Face

[Jassy Melson]

Dear Baby Face,
I remember
when you wore prison garb
and I was scared s h i tless
because you knew
something on me
that would have sent me
to join you.
But you never told.
I suppose the old saying is true
that there is honor among thieves.

Now I see you
dressed in a store-bought suit
pale as a grubworm
still smelling of the big house
but with a smile on your face.
You served seven years
and you never told on me
although if you had
it would have shortened your stay
in the bug house.
What can I say?
What can I do?

Your smile tells me
you are holding something
over my head. A thread is strung
from my skull to your hand.
Will it ever end?

I suppose that for the rest of my days
that strung string will be stretched
to your knowing fist, unless
something is done to remove it.

I would be the first to tell you
that I owe you one,
but I will not stand
this weight over my head
much longer. There is a limit
even to gratitude,
and I have just about reached that limit.

So this missive is both a thank you
and a note of caution.
I thank you for not squealing on me,
but I will not hesitate to kill you
if you do not remove the string.
It's up to you.
Yours truly,
Blackie

[NikolaiI]

I'm glad I saw this. I honestly did not care for your latest one - One-Way Romance, but that's okay, but I liked this one. :)

Um, also just wanted to say...generally, there is a rule that you should put all poems in the same thread if you post more than one a day, and I see you've posted at least 3 or 4 today.

Anyway, I only wanted to post to say I liked this, thanks for sharing it.

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you. I forgot about the thing about putting poems in the same grouping. I will definitely do that from now on

[Delta40]

I thought this was some little morsel between two 30's gangsters. If it isn't, I still enjoyed it Jassy.

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you. I hesitate to call this a poem. It's more of an excerpt of a longer 'slice of life."