10 Dollar Tip
10 Dollar Tip
A ten dollar tip keeping her from reaching an abyss,
hidden under the shallows of her smile,
stuck tight to the sponge supporting her bosom.
The street shimmering with every inch of artificial rays of a night-sun stuck on a pole,
Sparkling her tacky dress for another ten dollar tip comings its way,
this time stuck deep below his belt,
turning her into a dog fetching a bone into a non fleshy mass of mess.