Poem 262

Something in the air … and it’s usually the same thing …

( I like the lilies as dogs embodying suppressed sexual tension … )

It

We've done lots of things together
but we haven't done it

now it grows large
and irritable
stomping round the kitchen rattling
the morning teas in their saucers

look it says
if you don't want to do me
alright
just make up your bleeding
bloody minds there's millions
I could be firing the starting gun for
right now

I say nice weather
you hum a little tune

the lilies pant like dogs on the table