noir in polka dots
In a dive
Filled with
Wanted dead or alive's.
Shadowy indeterminants.
As if there's other kinds
In my world of empty raped gold mines.
She inhales ether
T' keep awake, she says.
I sleep walk her shadow,
Fall down in the fumes
And show my business card:
It says:
Name's Llewellen
Don't call me Ellen
Two tried
Two died
Don't know how
But like a cow
And a cup o' milk,
You figure it out.
She says, "Lotta letters
On your business card".
I say, "I mean business".
She says, "You can trust me,
Everybody else is a liar".
I say, "You callin' me a liar?"
She says, "You figure it out."
She's a live wire,
Sucking in ether an' still
Pouring out enough volts
T' shock a power station dead.
Her one piece polka dot
Sleeveless dress.
Her long string o' pearls
Making love with that dress.
Her crossed-eyes
Lookin' at me and my card
At the same time.
And ringing' in my mind
"She's a gold mine
I can do business with".
She holds her lips in a way,
That says bottomless gold mine
In my mind
Don't ask me why
On that or any day.
I wasn't born t' know.
Or maybe they are just naturally that way.
I don't tell her I'm a hunted man.
I figure
She has enough left over figure
Under that sleeveless polka dot dress
T' figure it out.
That day in the part of town
Four legged rats won't even die in,
In a Van Gogh room
All off kilter
We find our bearings.
All day we talk our dreams
Kill dead all our screams
Till dusk finds us
Locked tight.
Two hit men
Introduced by chance
In that underwater ether dive
Come upon us,
With packed heat enough
To stop all our lying.
Leaving blood-wet sheets,
An unpaid thirty-nine dollar bill
And a desk clerk
Adrift in thought,
Thinking there's something
Important his mother told him
That he can't remember
At this moment.