Flying into St. Petersburg
in the middle of the night;
in other words,        broad
daylight in LA;   Eli landed &
immediately went into hiding
at Hel's place; he had
shot someone & Hollywood
was out for his blood; his
prices plummeting, he fully expected
to get sued by his many dealers;
MOTHERWELL was pulled from theaters
& Oscar contention; the nameless actress
badmouthed him on TV & he was
effectively blackballed from the Establishment
he'd started out rebelling against; now,
it was rebelling against him;          the new Silk
Road bridging China w/ Afghanistan made
available hela eightballs    & Hel freely shared;
Eli resting his swelled head on her small
square shoulder;   "My name is Mud,"  he
muttered; "Eli Simple, American Painter,"
she said in stilted English; "Former," he gloomily concluded.
"Nyet!" was her quick reply, leaping to tiny feet,
slipping pink spandex from her diminutive hips
&  planting her squat little *** right on his face;
He began eating ***** immediately & felt much, much better;
Hel tasting like watermelon, she sat down fully,
leaving his fingers pawing at her gigantic fake *****;
Eli,       looking directly up
Hel's *******, saw his future