Sucking on a nostril
Appeasing my foe with
overzealous and thus
insincere, boorish
thin disatisfactory
reassurances. Bowing
scraping my most sincere
commitment to non-violent
intervention at this
watershed in the process.
Well, what d’you reckon they made of that?
Sage and prudent, perhaps
A bit gushing, retreat
In the face of hassle?
Then again there may be
Ideological or
Theological blocks.
One cannot discount
Sheer cowardice in
The face of the enemy.
Then there is the absence
Of teeth to be taken
Into consideration.
I saw her on my morning
The middle of her night
Blocking the toilet in
Hospital light
I will see her later on
On her morning
And we will argue
about fuck all
This evening in the middle
Of her day
The washing machine will
Stop me from napping
We will eat supper for lunch
And I will dream of
Thermo-Nuclear War