from Bruising Poundings
1
she always gets up early
Leaving warm, her pillows
(she always gets a pearly …)
dressed … leaving warmer pillows
dressed in feather, yearning
more love
than a spouse
and children consume
without a flower back
or a foot rub.
2
Night dew crisping on windows
the sky-citrus crimsons
pink out yellow scores
glowing from the ground of straws
and burger bags and paper serviettes
on the interesting nothing-land .
I love . these gaps
between things, the shingle strips
at verge, the road edge, running
rural grass, pubetic merge,
a child either side, beachy
tussock, beds of nesting bird
exposed to walkers freeing dogs
on the interesting nothing-land . I love .
the woman, from behind,
her age a grey surprise,
so golden blond back-on.
18
fresh pillows, cotton
sheets, feather blankets
sunlight green beneath
the willows
a white male
bearding out his 40s
living in his van
indulging in that attitude
Awareness noses open
open for the pretty
confidant of motion
only doing one thing…
primitively unicorn
only saying whole thoughts
the phallus is of wandering
has its own commitment
you’ll find it in a thrift-shop
knotted at the pubic bone
rainbows over unicorns
Beliefs .must .be:d eThroned
against your set conclusions
based on how she’s moving
medication, she explains,
responsible for keeping her
linear and clear
is why you take so long
pumping, panting
dripping off your forehead
pounding into her
going finger solo
lick her in the mouth
until yr arm is numb
and the towel beneath her arse
has to be replaced
or folded, quartered;
and you can’t get her there
hold it, squirt it
slam the fingers palming
choke her while she resets
takes it ax and take it
till the bruising poundings
best her.