day in day out

Hair in a bun, enclosed in a hat,
glitter, sequins, danger red lipstick,
eyeshadow smiles hidden behind horn rimmed glasses
perched on a napoleans nose
high above mid morning stuble
as he strides past
handbag in tow
trailing elbows and winks behind
a hurricane of colour all purple and pink
muttering
'fuck 'em, fuck the lot of them'.

Spinning in the wind
triangles of colour spread accross the air
beholding the highway
visible from my window
between the curtain and the wall
as I lie hidden behind the glass
in a haven far from the storms outside.