Penicillin Green jumper.

Wafted hair do

Phone poised. Elegant disposition

Of fag ash

I’m sitting by the eau de twa-let

Going up in gunsmoke

Mobile at the ready set

Perfume reeling off the pheromones

Like nail dust

And gone

Does this colour suit me?

Is my hair a mess

Wish someone would shoot me

A wire a hook

A gesture,

A request for, a quest or,
requisit desire,

for entry in my little black book

With so many secrets in it

Who wants a little look?

picture - stolen from facebook reproduced without permission.