Joker

Cash boxes dumped
in the trunk, a fistful
of gems and spillage
of pearl necklace too
his card autographs

the bare vault.
He’s getting away.
Bogus slimming pills,
erectile dysfunction drugs
net the green stuff;

nothing tops a heist.
The police might weigh in,
or a lone vigilante -
plenty willing to vent
their chaos-dread

on him. This is life
a crank of the fruit machine
symbols clicking too quick
for us to read. He jumps
a red light, another.

When the squad cars
launch their scripted
symphony - Mee-maw!
Mee-maw! his lipstick,
shark-snack smirk.

@ianjmclachlan