Woman On The Corner Poem by James McLain

She remarks as she lights her a cigarette.
Just it has once lived.
Squatting to the back of.
Yellow a stream runs around the red stilettos.
As the other girl on the corner waits.
You take it because,
the other one died and where was she from.
Medical examiner was ask to have said.
And already she is stuck in another way.
Human pride to some men,
it is long and the self seeks, sufficiently.
This time before he comes or strikes again.,
With her over the shoulder a glance - all he's good for.
Whom has become the father of lies for the sake of.
Her unusual eyes for this very thing.
Everyone wants to strike out at them.
One is blue, one is brown, none were offered.