Skyline Drive

She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool
 Staring out of blue horizon eyes
 She's flippin' through the pages of the interview
 Her fingernails are diamond white
 She winces at the passing of a careless thought
 Of butchered bodies in the morgue
 And then she shakes her hair across her eyes
 Like a closed blonde door
 The crime wasn't low self-esteemed this time, they joked
 As they loaded in the back door for a couple of stiffs
 Up on Skyline Drive
 A pastel sunset colored the sky, the city below them
 He points down to the place that he lives from
 Up on Skyline Drive
 Marble furniture the color of toothpaste
 She sits beside the pool out in the sun
 Teabag floats as if an astronaut in space
 And menstruates in a silver cup
 Sentry system picking up a bearded man
 He's muttering under his breath
 Up in the helicopter cameras roll as he's shot to death