Every good business
needs one;
to keep the money
or product
coming.

We all dance
some just don’t
move; with eyes
closed in a dreamy stare
towards the rafters.

Who is it
that captivates you,
as you rise exposed wounds
in sight
of the vultures.
They circle
slow seeing if you are

thirsty (believe it kid
hip sucks), over the rocks
or strait up; looking
for that perfect mark,
dominant or submissive,
who wants to play

a mean tune.
Same as yours, no better, no
worse; the only difference
being you rehearse.