Jerkov cuts it charismatic — strikes his match on his
Jaw. Smokes in threes (all Gauloises!), strokes his
Saftey clip + tips his tribly. Truly! Bad guys freeze at such
A moment. Wise guys make it for the door, but all the
Dark-eyed scarlet honies form a circle. They adore the
Way he petticakes the waiters, sucks his T-bone blood
Red raw; slips his lion ladies’ fingers, slides his plate
Across the floor + leaves
