Sep 2020
Manny said
by lunchtime she'd be dead
You ignored me at the simming pool when I approached
The desert sun glinted off the flat roof top
Manny was your choice not mine
The call asked for grid details and map locations
I rushed through the tumbleweed to the spot
The spot where it was to happen
A van pulled up
My heart raced
A shot rang out
You fell, I shout
by lunchtime she'd be dead
You ignored me at the simming pool when I approached
The desert sun glinted off the flat roof top
Manny was your choice not mine
The call asked for grid details and map locations
I rushed through the tumbleweed to the spot
The spot where it was to happen
A van pulled up
My heart raced
A shot rang out
You fell, I shout
First attempt at Pulp Fiction. Kaufmann house a beautiful piece of modern architecture set in the desert in Palm Springs. I set an imaginery scene there with this poem. I have visited Palm Springs. You can find snow at the top of teh cable car in May and intense sun at ground level.
