#2,685 Theft – Giacometti

Bloods are still a-fuckin’ in
parts
[I’ve been warned] &
some dealers are selling it
[still] in pounds –
Flesh that
skinny affliction & a friction
‘tween ears –
grey cells will
still rot & still I hear lies off
fat harpy tongues
[clicks &
clacks ‘tween bright teeth]
as thighs widen for delight
of cock-ish infills
[let those
nights roar –
on & on] –
Let
half-drunks string up blank
verse like buntings –
colour
& flutterings
[quick] in this
breeze of rumoured slights
off a spite-sculptin’ tongue’s
kiss –
He spreads his gossip
because his art is so dull –
I
will warn Giacometti –
theft