Wednesday, January 27, 2010

licorice for this small act

the man gets drunk stands on the table and pisses
all over the velvet jacket of his frizzy host
he is ostracised for this small act he tells himself I am a bad man

much later he grows a beard he takes to eating mice
sitting by the river all Autumn look the delightful
cavorting of young otters just before they reach his net

in which he and they swell
red and bloody tumulus

always certain from childhood
that one day he would be eaten alive upside down
in the shades by his own cock


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