Thursday, August 5, 2010

Ellroy numero dos ~

it was in her bedroom.
Ellroy chilling in the cut.
scamming on the mellow.
and POOF!
i smell it.
perfume. old lady-type.
the pooch looks up, just up in the air.
ears shifting like a satellite acquiring a feed.
head skyward.
eyes bright. pupils deep deep black.
a moment.
and then he smiles.
(least that's what i think...)