Life Noir
I am not a pretty penny
I am the train that runs it flat
I am not a purchased plaything
I am the bored and brutal cat
I am not a novel notch
I am the knife that nicks the post
I am not waiting to be asked
I am the uninviting host
I am not a bawdy bauble
I am the key that locks the case
I am not a pleasant picture
I am the scar that mars the face
I am not “just an” anything
I am as complex as I choose
I am not the flash and sparkle
I am the lit and hissing fuse
-a.r.
Posted because someone I trust told me this was one of their favorite drafts that I had waiting in the wings.
sometimesihatemycat 
You are certainly not just anything
But you are more than pretty.
Some days not so much, but I appreciate the compliment. Thank you. 🙂
as a very young boy I put a penny on the train track then I got scared I was going to derail the train
That is sweet, that you cared so much and were so thoughtful. But then, your poetry reveals that as well. Thank you for reading.