After
the Queen
I have the key
now sliding
in the metal bed
I’m back from Lawless
whole
I find
the soundless lounge
unspattered
seems surreal
in pristine clean
this is not
the land I left
my bedroom
comes a cold sweat
spurting
I find nothing I find
one small dog sad
dressed in cable knit
confined to floor mat bed
too afraid to wag
those arses
I rage into the kitchen where
the shine the gleam
arrests
in the slight striped habit
of a tea towel what wells
in the drainer
lined up by taxonomic principle
conceived in Stepford heart
butt plug hummer rabbit
oh my heart this
is
vengeance
this is more than I can bear I am
this spirit of lawless
I pick up the phone
it is time to
fight back
I say
I believe there has been
an unlawful
entry
do come
Trespass. Transgressive. Lawless.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, dear Kerri.
Oh my heart / this is more than I can bear / the spirit of lawless lives on - we can't escape it. Fabulous poem :))
ReplyDeleteyep fabulous!
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