Poem #2,560 | Diners

Mike Bell/ November 13, 2023/ www.mikebellpoems.com

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 –
off recalls of their bodies –
we met through ex-desire
to review an unspeakable
enquiry –
never a pleasure
in truest sense for me –
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

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