Scarlett

Once again you slide inside
to chiv me,
to stick me with a blade.

Cold steel is not
when your blood’s running hot
but the signals get mixed
then we’re fixed
fine? it’s dandy.

You don’t feel the stiletto
as it tiptoes in and your
life falls out,
and I thought it was
all about that.

Centurions in Century city
reaching out to the witty,
the pithy
and are you with me?
okay,
it’s okay
I
lose it too.

On a heading due West,
of oblivion
colliding with starlets
like Vivien.
that’s Leigh in case you were wondering.
no escaping
just scraping
the bottom of the barrel
the cider tastes better down here.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.