Two Poems

I am trying to be passive.
Task: stack, catch, stack.
I am thinking of muesli
on cotton
and the piss-lip
slippage of boy to afternoon.
Parsimonious oysters
doing their oyster thing.
There is so much filth to think of.

******

Shove off, darling, this is no time
for honesty. Your eyes are pails
of fish gut. Christ had a lot of passion;
we are all fond of success.
Smooching for the lit-milk
of your inner thigh, I am a big fan
of clarity. This is part and parcel:
standing at opposite ends of Caswell bay,
you are just a blister,
I am fucking huge.