She was polishing her high-heel dragon tips off,
and moping up his need, there was a break down
in this place, and a man useing his hands, like a
hammer to a nail.
she felt like painted trash, and dressed in make
believe, there was a third sex here, but the perfume
was the same.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-heel-dragon-tips/
