Reminiscence Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

I know the person
I'm following; know
the hotel he will visit
know his wine, pale yellow

His girlfriend will now kiss him
and put her hand straight into
his pocket, touch his genitals
and bring out dollars

She'll leave, and the man will
telephone someone to
fix an appointment, take a bath
and go out; -with his gun

He will cross tramlines, pubs
and a theater, a school
He will enter a by-lane
I know very well …

and shoot me
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(From my book of poems titled "Seaside Myopia", Cyberwit.net, India,2018. First published in the "Scryptic Magazine",2.1, Detroit, USA)