frigid
like an icecube in bed
i have seen the bare backsides
of boys whose sex is straight…
bully for you,
asshole!
fear the faggy kingdom
sleep with the neurosis
on bed.
everyone
has a brick
in their mind
building a wall
a great defense
only crushed
by a will
i cannot
bring myself
to bring myself
to bear upon
to stickman straw facts
get up
blood well
Do what needs to be done.
that which is vital.
paper, place, prose.
get out the word
a handsake even
in the darkest
words…even hate…
the monkey holds onto the bar
the scientist wipes his greasy hand
upon his trouser thigh.
the Neighbour
picks his hariy nose
a priest has a small erection.
a woman showers fully clothed.
noone is safe from lechery
or microbes or money or mayhem…
some people dribble in their sleep
but i’m told it’s not because their
lacking the intellectual capacity…
When I sleep
the lights are out,
some say
it is a mark
of sadness
to lay in bed too long…
a great waste
a great sin
apathy, will
you make my breakfast
like a match in a box…
I lay stark and thin
like a paper clip -
my duvet - a folder
I am drowning
like an onion
into a boiling pot
i am drawing with a canvas
in a large park
imagination,
running rings round you…
mr president,
have you ever coughed and farted
as the same time?
someone
anyone
everyone
anonymous
someones of time
I salute you
whoever I am…!
god,
birds sit on the tree
arguing with one another
talking bird shit in bird speak
something we can’t quite grasp
like someone mouthing
through a window
you can’t hear
or make out
the words
it is
hopeless
eventually
you light a
cigarette
wonder
what at the fuss
was about
you shake,
curse the job
the sky sings
thunder
the smoke
moves;
the curtain in the wind,
bellows perhaps to weep;
listen,
there is nothing:
only houses
filled with a
million chests
moving up and
down and up and
down in the breathing
of night time…
o, i don’t know…
call time:
the beginning
now the end.