Eyeshadow

Walking
high legs hiking up her skirt
two pendulums on heels
swinging to the beat of the stop sign
on the street
talking
between the two ruby lips
painted on to hide the cigarette stains
of past worries gone
up in smoke
 so where's the fire,
 my marble model?
so why do you use sunglasses
to hide that sunny
    Eyeshadow
that brightens up those eyes
to hide those half-hearted sighs
heard only by the corner
of the local drug store

The day
blends into night
with her hips pushing the unworthy air
aside
in honor of the normal treasure
God gave her too many years ago
but now
her skins shows signs of wear
stretching
the pastel plastic she slides into every day
to make sure her package looks just right and the gawkers seems
just enough offended
 with the winks she gives the gentlemen
 flashing her newest
     Eyeshadow
that challenges the neon signs
that flickers from time to time
and keeps you company
 while you wait
 for you next break
  from this empty life
in front of the local drug store