Outside, looking in
on a clothes rack of the skin;
Designer labels demanding
attention, sporting a toothpaste
grin, token companion
of an endemic
prostitution
Devil's own luck
they say (but never
to the face), forever
contriving a place
at the top table, laughing
aloud - alone
in a crowd
Fat cats pawing
each arm (suckers
for a wicked charm);
Life and soul of the party!
Sweet smell of success
like honeysuckle, in
a cemetery
