Apr 192013

by Mike Jurkovic


The fluffer retires

with skin of barbed wire,

Nebulous guests

wish her farewell.

Taut lines of lust

cut every angle.


It’s been a long hump from birth

to passions conjuring suicide.

A sub-marginal note

in the book of film:


Valentino’s Fire

was her first,

She was vigorous,

not nervous.

But she could never

catch a break,


Always someone prettier,

longer legs,

a cuter ass.


Queen of the sidelines

they called her.

It was her name

for thirty odd years


Until today

as the party spills

into Manhattan

with pills and exposition.


The body count runs high here

this is no town for kids.