Melvin Purvis do you have a light

Purvis you captured me doing taxes in my parking lot catering to my panty drawer looking for cigarettes I never smoked silence abodes over the treasury department lunch break wingtips flew in and carried my lipstick case back to the source Elliot ness I craved you beneath the score on Rush street the theater where John Dillinger blood ran fast through the fire hydrant waters above the cities streams where scores nestled down over mosticholli noodles I called you in the silence of my rapture unseen unfelt unmeasured an yet you counted every heart beat finally the match lit it all up