A copy of my written work. its a short collection of poems ie a chapbook. Scarlet Angel ass bare to me and almost the world bends over. I place a jewel encrusted skull on her lower back one similar to how Catholic saints ought to be recognized. As we play a game of in and outs her pearls slide east to west while her eyes reflect a glace of bright light of a nearby chandelier. Its almost if her eyes capture a certain shade of the ocean and with her pearls and siren tanassity she completely submerges me in her. Oh pardon me where are my manners I go by nick nack or properly when I’m pissed off nick nack patty wack give a dog a bone. Scarlet is also to be addressed as pumpkin but only on special occasions.