Dylis stands on corners,
rose lights above her head.


Cars drive slow at turnings,
seeing special offers.
The ones of great disgrace,
but she is there to proffer.


They would skulk away,
into a quiet place,
driver moves her downards.
‘Til he can’t see her face.


He slips a fifty into her palm
She takes it and smiles,
knowing she’ll need not do that,
for a lengthy while.


Her objective is but living,
hence she must keep giving.
Men and women… any creed.
All the seedy pleasures that they think they need.