Reaching to write, its nothing to deep,
just something i need to do - to be
shuffle to the music, irritated adulterer. Flush
faced treacle cheeks seen here in a rising damp.
Wish you were here, wish I were queer or smoked
something stronger than a cigarette. Wish me luck
Elusive relaxation, corporate indoctrination…Hot, white
and yellow messages of acceptance. Hot, kitten kisses.
Feed me piles for my displaced
affection. Feed me now !
Each leg a stilt, stretched crooked but still. The rickets
man, a bloated creature dancing with a wicked lipless grin.
My cyanide sweetheart. Pale imitation. Hollow me.