twin decastich for hauf blind fucks on a glesga sofa

fat cunt

The fat cunt upstairs is limping again

through the early hours

a three-legged elephant locked in a trunk

psalms from Postman Pat

recited at the top of scorched lungs

he would go over the balcony as at the Somme

so entrenched is he in his night of the soul

and his doctor has spared him antidepressants

a sick note rubber stamped

on the flat screen rattling like an MG 08

butcher’s girl

I am hankering after your calves

a butcher hamstrung at the foot of his larder

the indecent swell above the ankle of one laced boot

those dimples sleeping behind each knee

I am smitten by the timing of your tide

that erratic flow inside the seam of your tights

girl’s shorts

I am gladly bludgeoned

a servant to your footsteps on the stair

a harvester of unspoiled fats, meat, marrow