[For Richard Chisholm] – 

Stilettos and hard black shoes;
clack-clack,
they walk the Christmas pavement.
City dwellers and workers
rushing to the tube,
or pubs
for warmth and bitters
and peanuts
in chipped glasses on soft napkins;
moist from frothy beer.
Shitty, spitty pavements;
fag ends, and chewing gum circles.
Cold whores in skimpy numbers
trying to think straight;
the icy wind biting into soft thighs
as they lean in car windows.
Pending price and place and punter,
anything goes.