dance with the devil

who thought wisdom could come
from the mouth of a demon?
slick attire
dressed to the nines
fresh pressed suit
dapper as a don
mafioso love
kind courtesy of tokyo

only i can see his eyes
across the tracks

steel lines
punctuated by wood and twin
drawn in what was once sand

does he wait for a train,
or is a coffin his next stop
velvet seat lined in satin
encased in the finest maple
no cost spared for the king of lost souls

who knew death carried such hefty price tag
no matter
no price too costly for the wicked

our eyes lock
my heart drops
slideshows behind my eyes
my sins transcribed
iridescent lights
either side of the line
bright white on mine,
sickly yellow across

tracks became a river
red as the blood in my veins
darker than the night greeting my face

his traveling companion
graced his company
dress slit down the sides
jade dragon breathes flames to sun scorched thighs
velveteen legs
hourglass shape
the fruit may seem
oh so sweet
but what lies between those thighs
will cost a man his life

three hands cut through the night
to a purse, a pocket
a cigarette tucked behind an ear
they beckon me closer
should i cross the line?
flames produced in the dark of night
yet no lighter in sight
three faces lean into the flame
simultaneously breathe in deep
new battle line drawn

i'm alone on the platform
cigarette eloquently placed at the tips of two fingers
long, self satisfied drags
shoot me down
for i am the unholy trinity
i remain smooth
as the smoke sucked through my lips
desperado, vixen, lost soul
the trinity of hyperbole

are you what you sell?
are you hiding behind dead eyes?
asleep behind the wheel
drowning underwater

the train will take me to warmer climates
a cold heart in the sun

unflappable
indescribable
undefeated
in his mind

can you penetrate me?
or is my shell too perfectly contrived

nine letter in a name
or three sheets to the wind

take me away
to spread the seeds
of life yet unrealized

the light is bearing down
i challenge the track