new poem
Denim Clad Hooker,
fraudulent smile,
driving as fast
as the cars that pass.
It's all in the walk,
it's where they flock.
All hips and thighs meet their eyes.
The ditches scream your name,
an invitation of sin and shame.
Poloroids, lotto tickets,
torn costumes, no union pickets.
Broken glass and trash and not enough cash.
The town's blue with the moon.
Hearts forget to swoon.
Over the train tracks
we slack and pack and stack.
Gasoline lipstick, smog laced eyes.
Tears of ether and tap water.
Bathtub full of crimson lies,
hair dye, what a pig sty,
suit and tie.
The Johns are calling,
children are falling,
and all you leave
are echoes of your high heeled shoes.