Candy.

I hope they warned you
Against pretty girls who wear
Vanilla and alcohol scented perfume
They always spell trouble

She's a real rage among the boys
Their sick pink tongues
Set wagging
By a wink
Of that dark eye

Thin fingers
Curling red nails
The ash on the green grass
The cigarette smoke's
Delicately formed tracery

Empty beer bottles
Heart shaped sunglasses
Her breath tastes like bubblegum and
Budweiser

Running
Searching
Restless
Seeking
The Unknown

Driving the cars faster
A rush grabs her
No time for taking a breath
No breaks
No commas
Only a single, definitive
Full stop.