We Have a Full Guide to Resetting Your Password

I don’t have time for a full guide, I don’t 

have time for this shit.  I need to be glued

to my Sony 45 inch screen watching 99

River Street, with Peggy Castle behind 

a bar in a low lit cushioned room knocking 

me out with her youthful platinum blonde

look unique as a signature on a check. 

You see her there, next minute a car pulls up

to a curb, a guy opens the back door. 

Out spills Peggy’s lovely corpse, lymph 

as a fallen angel, you wonder how they 

got her to spill out that way, so dead. Blank 

eyes, her head not quite in the gutter. 

Though in real life she drank herself 

senseless, she was never in the gutter. 

She’s my angel.  I need to be there for her.

Not pouring through a full guide. I don’t 

have time for all your instructions like 

a maze.  Did you know Blair was Peggy’s 

real surname?  In ‘49 she was Miss 

Cheesecake.  I have to delve into her life 

to know who she was, what made her tick

before 99 River Street and other noirs

she owns with her looks. I’ve no time 

to stare in angst at my phone screen’s:

user name doesn’t match password.

Passwords are dirty little rodents of words,

My angel is pure, sharp as a pistol’s pearl

handle. In 99 River a gang girl, a moll.