[For Richard Chisholm] –
Stilettos and hard black shoes,
they walk the Christmas pavement.
City dwellers and workers
rushing to the tube,
for warmth and bitters
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,