after Mica Still


if these walls could talk

they would say I like pink

& fleshly themes      hares with x-rated heads

lobes suspended in amniotic fluid

                            ears flat back in fear and thrill
a passing prefect or someone on yard duty

might see an outline of us in silhouette

cherry – flipping, a tongue perhaps

              meanderings in sharp relief
i give no turquoise clues outside

                                         the toilet cubicle
conducting the occasional tryst

working with my hands

                              all ways
just you and me entering sacred ghettoes

high on fluoro dreams          in your lunchbox

              canned ham through cling – film
a vegemite sandwich
wolf lovers kneel at my altar

              I howl in pig latin to the sky