' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Utter Nutter(For Barry)

She wrapped her smile around a slim cigarette shifting it with each word she spoke as if the cigarette conducted her speech a glowing white baton against the lush orchestration of her luscious lips coils of smoke dancing what she said above her head the entire conversation stuck up on the ceiling her mouth spoke like a jazz musician in a dingy late nite club all riffs & stops & starts like a saxaphone with a stutter or a bad case of Torrettes. She cradled the phone against her left shoulder as if she were burping a baby took the fag out for the second it took to purse into a kiss. 'Be with you in a second sweetie! ' 'I'm just talking to this utter nutter! ' with