busy business wrapped in silk
the oil from the workings
hemmoraging
in her purse the cartridge
cigarettes
the bandage and compresses
soaking the slow torn wound
sutured by a steady handed
friend
the morphine winding down
into the heady sickness
and dizzyness of its lair
like a worm winding steady
never sleeping blind
and keeping
the aisles clear

a jackal on the edge of
dusk
something you dont want
to see

she smiles across eating
the ice cream with a dainty
tongue
her gondola heart
carries all her boys
through the worse
and she sends them out
in storms
some never suurender

she is bliss and tenderness
the darkness leaps from her
iris widened in erotic pleasures
sensual pressures
a pyramid express
on a diamond of trust
like the needle
while an old vintage record plays

he wants this
all the new and old moments
bound up
remembers clearing the room
with his foot through the televison
yelling
"Shut Up"

she lets the chocolate dribble
down her dimple of her smile
see how hes holding up
if he dies she will bury
him
her only true friend
to the end

but she knows he will
live
for her
for the glittering lights
in his head she has
seen

eat it up..its good for you

your like a nurse
and I like doctors

she smiles
he;ll be fine
the bullet was clean
nothing hit just in
and out

they blend in
like the rest
slowing
just
another
couple
having
lunch
while
the
sun
blazes
down

..