the words climb
the staircase of smoke

as they spiral above
the saxophone's sob

she laughs and blows
through a larger ring

( a smaller ring )

as she says what
she would like

him to
do to

her
in no un-certain ways

her smokey words
now the DNA

that twists & turns
in flirtations

"Well. . ?" she wells
blowing smoke into his baby blues

he ahhhh....coughs
a yes

"Come again?" she smirks
despite hearing what he's said

"yeS....yES. . .YES!"
he shouts

as the final
note fades

and a room
in that sudden great silence

stops to
"Wot de..?"

she stubs the but out
in the plastic table cloth

grabs him by
the wrist

drags him
through the dark

he the prisoner
of her

laughter

I see his name and my stomach plummets
Not in the way it used to
Not in the way that made my face glow
And my knees weak

Its sinking
Screaming
The blood drains from my face
And I gasp for air.

sometimes when i
look at you
i think,
maybe i was
born to tell you
how beautiful
you are.

maybe.

She was a rough dame
Johnny thought
watching her pass by
kind of girl

to take no nonsense
no lip
or give a ear a clip
bust a jaw

and give what for
but there was
an element
of beauty there

the flowing hair
the fine figure
as she walked
the burning eyes

with her backward glance
aff tae Scootlund
she said need
tae gettae wae

nae mair tae say
she said
then was off
with a turn

of her head
and Johnny watched
her go
her firm ***

big *****
***** like
bundled babes
and then out

of sight
like a bold ship
rough riding
in a dark night.