Tightly drawn smiles
Loosely fitted
Scrubbing the drain, circling it even
Settling dust
Yearning for movement
A force of nature
An action plan, a family man
Laying down foundations
For impersonations
Renting down the river,
Winding up a creek
With two fists
Opening my favourite window
And forgetting to close it
I'm letting the debris in
And if bin lorries could tell stories
They'd sleep in an unmade bed every night
Wednesday morning, mother's warning
The man walks his dog
Through oppressive heats and violent winds
Why can't you do the same?
Stop seeking answers
And seek a home
Stay there, stay away
The pegging to clothesline pipeline
Against brick walls
My balls bounce and fall
A pinch and a tuck never hurt much
But where do I lay my head at night?
How many mistakes
Should I contemplate
Were the force of nature
Blowing out my last birthday candle
With a giggle
A tightly drawn wiggle
A master of mimicry
But I know you, I see you
Your silk cocoon
Never strung for permanence
Your writhing
In step-by-step conniving will
End when you wake
To find yourself decaying
Stuffed in your rotten beanpod
Full of somebody else's shit
You never open the window, you see
