Fun for an hour when the he's gone-
can one trick nights feed 40 days?
in my bed at the break of dawn she
shivered like a vein slashed bright and new-
she's got the radio active, it makes
me feel ok (i don't feel ok)
grip- force the vials, strip the locks, smash
the set and slash the beds, and when it
looks like a wife's ex-plot, we'll cover
all the rugs with cheap perfume
like a docent's lisp
like a damsel's spit
like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
like a poor droll sir
like a poke's dull spurs
like a pastor's flock (no church)