"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



A couple just sat down   He speaks

with Irish lilt   in stanzas    She

whispers haikus & examines the

windowpane   On a day so grey     it puts gunmetal to shame


A colour might die a slow death     today


Coffees drunk in silence   Now he speaks

of conflict in the park      I turn a corner

where    a colourless man    with bent penis

poses for a class   One member   wears     shocking pink!     (ah there may be a God)


He attempts to seduce me:           Come hither redheaded lady!

But I am unmoved    As  penisman feigns martyrdom

and glowers        anticlimactically



Winter 2013

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