the warmth of pleasure
settles like a shot of
greasy brandy

vernacular television spotlight
bathes my beauty
and we adore the wretched
sheets
eating chips while the affects
slithers like a serpent through
us

she dances

looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone

the kitchen chair like a toppled
throne is jammed secure
against the knob to the hall

the dirty carpet

"you dont fucking call me anymore"

she screams and stares swaying
her fingers on the pale sink
the albino pale light from the tube
flickering

and outside the wind drowns
ghosts in the rain
and whitecaps rise like spirits
out on the deep cold lake

there is business here
while the bar band thumps
up the hall

a thirty eight from a black leather
purse gleams from a hot hundred
watt bulb

percussion dreams like battery
dead dildoes lean asleep

and I put my dirty tanned hands
around my sweet;s middle
and kiss her inked shoulders

look her eyes in the mirror and
sneer
"Say Hello to Danny if you see him
Babe..and when your ready
Daddy needs you"

she sways in her shiny black pumps
and promises to kill me
with slit siamese eyes

Kill Kill Kill

she knows me
and owns me