Mark Arvid White

Fully Cocked, Without a Hitch (continued)

Her
lips
met mine,
then I felt
the gun in my ribs.
She pulled a rope from her handbag,
bound my wrists, and gagged me with a piece of torn curtain.

She
winked
and left,
as the train
shuddered to a stop.
I wanted to scream "sabotage!"
She had stolen papers from a man who knew too much.

The
train
rumbled,
lurched forward
as I gained my feet
and rushed to the door to catch a thief,
stumbling in the corridor with psychopathic guilt.

Yes.
The
lady
vanishes.
Her father gone too.
Family plot, and all of that.
In the train's rear window, I watch the birds fade away.

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Bio

Mark Arvid White lives in Alaska, and has been writing poetry and stories for a number of years. He is devoted to haiku and other Japanese forms, but also loves to write in many other non-Eastern styles, including Fibonacci. His publication credits include such print and online journals as Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Candelabrum, Permafrost, Japanophile, Wild Violet, AlienSkin, and many others in the U.S. and abroad. He has received best of issue awards, appeared in numerous anthologies including A Haiku Moment, and has won various contest awards. He is the founder of the Shin Tao Haiku Retreat, a gathering place for poets online in the virtual community of Second Life.

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