piping hot pink lipstick

There,
on the corner
from the side of his eye
he could almost make out -
well, he could make out
what was a reflection in a dizzy puddle
in the shape of a mermaid
mid-twenties
(the girl, not the reflection)
top half in color
black & white dress made from the strings of a harp
strapless and lethal
doses of hyperfallomine and that’s no hyperbole
Her swingin’ door knockin’ hips
all the way from California
Dripping glass-dog eyes
sad, through the valley of time
with just a hint of lime
what a drink!
but stiff as the collar on a top-buttoned shirt
all the way down
where the news is kickin’ around Main Street
from sidewalk to sidewalk
She reaches into her purse
poised as a tigress
and pulls her hand out,
bottom lip quivering
slowly, slowly
She screams and throws something down
onto the street,

 blood thirsty chills
what was it?
she held up her hand in agony
it was her piping hot pink lipstick,
now,
cold as the night