By | 1 November 2016

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

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