Summer stinks of still water’s
raw scent – a dredge by heat
from a slickening olid pool of
oily mud [its fetid underbelly]
…/
L’chaim & may you suffer
similar reductions in your
dignity [said Israel toasts
haunt me – do not travel]
…/
1
I used to have to bear
a fetid woman [whom
none liked] – a brewer
of sour & dark spites –
a broth-stirrer of salty
love [force-fed as spit
& pummelled recalls]
…/
Mercury dimes in fools’ silver
to weigh my ghosts down [so
I’ll not rise – & other dangers]
../
I recognised her natural shape [we’d been mirror images – for years – until births & deaths of yarns stretched us into others’ arms] …/
He bought a paste jewel
in order to undo her bra -
[& she said it as b-rawwt -
it was sweetheart time to
bare her thickish-charms]
…/