Jeff Clark

 

I went in a lift and into a dressing room without a knock.
He was on a bed by a window, senseless,
                                                            his mattress was a bale
of hay.

                                                                      Flowing of tap in the
bathroom, and in there Babydoll is stooped nude over the basin.

I took her hips and spun her around.
                                                       Her tongue and lips were
green.
     She grinned and hopped her bottom onto the basin and;
wrapped her legs around my waist, bits of blade in her teeth,
green spittle on her breast.

 

Confusion