Bourbon Street Detritus

Bourbon street detritus 
Alone in the dawning 
She missed his red lipstick 
Plucked from soft tucks 
Bleached blue denim and candies
Sticky and moist
Lingering there in the doorway 
Above the pink mice
Whose eyes are all glowing
From nighttime’s well rights
She flicks unlit cigarettes
That they might still light
A lounge in the gutter
Amongst all that night stank

Dorian LaGuardia