Poem #2,560 | Diners
She walked past & looked
across in an opposite way
as if I sat unseen
[her auld
man an equal bigot & foul
speaker] –
no need to be a
kindly acquaintance –
Run
off recalls of their bodies –
we met through ex-desire
to review an unspeakable
enquiry –
never a pleasure
in truest sense for me –
As
sticky routines resurfaced
so did my distrust of such
& so did distaste’s tongue
of thrusts in loathly voids
[annoying my auld recall
with picking-backs of dry
ugly scabs] –
A poor town
of dogging opportunities