modern romance

I was given the first line; I have no idea who wrote it originally.

Movie of the Week

They drove to market with ringing pockets
suit new-pressed
hair new-curled
gun new-loaded.
The car was slickly shiny, dark,
an insect before Beetles
in a prophetic shade of black.
Although the day has pressed itself
against our enthralled eyes
in shades of blue and bloody crimson
the wounded ones maintain
it was a tragedy:
Two star-cross’d lovers take the lives
of twenty cops and half a town.
They’re gunned down running
hand-in-hand
a grisly parody of cartoons
and the kind of sappy pictures
you show the kids on Saturdays
to keep them quiet while,
with ringing pockets,
you slip into the car.