John Yamrus - a killer blonde

a killer blonde

in a drop-dead dress
and Puerto Rican heels
crushed out a smoke
and flipped the bird
to some guy
who tried to
make time with her…

but,
she wouldn’t fall for it
and she had
no intention
of inflicting
the cruel and unusual punishment
of her smile
on him,
because he was a punk
and the pavement was wet
and the color of the moon.

there’s also this guy
in a trench coat,
standing behind a t-bird,
throwing up.

and, even though
he’s ruining
the look and feel of his coat
he’s still trying
to make like Byron,
but it’s just not working,

and he knows it,
and you know it,
and i know it.

and killer blonde’s
got the kind of legs
that stick in your head
like the 23rd psalm,
only they make more sense.

and her spike heels
and her red lips
and red dress
and sad eyes
only make you sadder
and wilder
and crazier
as she walks away
in the middle of the night,
with the moon coming up
and the radio on
and a dog
on a street somewhere
barking at someone
who’s just managed
to do something
or someone
terribly
wrong.

John Yamrus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-killer-blonde/