Red Light District

Curbside romance Picture in a magazine Leering at a beauty queen Short shirts and dirty mack’s Waiting for red light perhaps A furtive glance Curbside romance Fake smiles through Red violent lips Faded faces worn By times constant grip High heeled whores Strut like flamingos On their way To another nights work Woman in a window Peering down the street and Meat in a butchers shop Waiting to be eaten Internal musing