Iranian prince
With a dark little drink
Sludge woman
Bearing knives
For eating and
Forks for
Eating her
Kippers and Guinness.

Incandescent green
Her fatted cheek boiling
Under the lights
And heavenly things
Cartilage
Weighing A tender stem

Grizz
Raise our arms in exultation
And together we can end
The pandemic vaginal dryness of the arid north
And the vaginal discharge of the swampy south

I can’t recreate my horror and disgust when the dead fish’s eye saw by virtue of a parasite
Looked squarely at me and called me a familiar name.

We visited the worm orphanages
At the end of the earth
The omniscient director sat
In her loft
On a pile of biscuits and rubble
Our benevolence only prodding
Her sleeping wrath

Water lapped at her feet but she carried on with expenses
One orphan face down in the deluge
But she carried on with expenses

He eats with alacrity but remains
Like a string bean entwined in his cot
Hyper extendable but stationary
Bruised,
Sores on his toes and on his eyes
Eyelashes coarse and long as a cow

The cot would malform into a serpentine narrowboat and cruise backk out of the door, a huddle of black flames on the deck
The devil in a deckchair

A spare wheelchair under the stairs
A freshly filled hole in the earth
A strange morality pervades

On the way there
The bus driver fingers a Braille map

An old lady in a rain jacket grizzling
For a rizzla
Dropped a dirty five pound note
On the floor
To pick it up her back would collapse
Shatter into the soil
Freshly filled molar