SO YOU THINK
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL HEAVEN FROM HELL
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
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Winter 2013
