Smudges of Rainbows

Mar 26, 2008 - 12:13 PM PST

smudges of rainbows

on my fingertips
bring out the olives in my eyes,
observe a world of blue-glitter nail polish,
brick red lipstick on chapped lips,
a world of
holes
in the webbed hose
right on the kneecaps
where the hairs poke out
or is that just the lace on the black garter that’s
slipped down --
pulled down --
who can remember, anyways?
hide the blisters behind the high heels
pumps down the backstreets
littered with
smacked tissues --
whose mouths
did they once muffle?
can you taste the false pheromones
lingering in the
gutters
that once choked a
stumpy man
who choked a
red headed he-she
because

it got him off?