red lips that smile
another damp dreary day
rain falling on my face
like sharp needles pricking my skin
raincoat shines in glow from city dump
the mannequin smiles as I pass
smiles every day at me
her beautiful neon pink hair
coiffed in up-to-the-minute style
long legs, with impractical high heels
reach all the way up, as the saying goes
no sign of genitalia other than
a pink smudge, no neon pink here
arms like dancers arabesques
ending in fingers that have never
touched a keyboard
nor worn a ring, nor held a hand
the lithe body leans to the right
hips forward, tummy tight
her waist although jointed, must be
an impossible sixteen inches
the well-padded lace-trimmed bra
doubles her bust size
making non-existent nipples
hardly worth mentioning
slender neck, willows backwards
her eyes are hard, black, dull
eyelashes curl and tiny earrings sparkle
in the shell-like ears
I feel she knows that I adore her
look for her where she lies
amongst the dumpster’s rubbish
with those red lips that smile at me
everyday.