DAVE

Dave looks flurried,
and worried.
his wrinkle lines,
assembling railway tracks,
rows of them,
haphazardly placed-
he plays with his hat,
cracks his knuckles,
finally decides to confront,
Jezebel.
Jezebel flutters coyishly,
'pick me up' , she purrs.
with a heroic effort,
Dave picks up Jezebel,
breaks her into two,
and throws her in the dustbin.
he sighs with relief.
the smell of nicotine remains on his fingers...