The Flasher

“Exhibitionism is the seeking of love” (Clifford Allen)

The dragon punch of the headline
double knots the case. It goes
to court next week, but SHAME
and TOP JUDGE are already ingrained
like red wine on a shag. Theresa says
it’s not like him. Not at all.

By which we can ascertain
that at the velveted Inn bashes,
the canapé-rammed balls,
the marquee summer ‘do, where she
has sat and talked resources,
dining rules, pupillage to him
over Moet, the chocolate fountain,
he has not once broken topic, stood tall
and declared his compulsion
to yank down his flies
before strange women.

Her summary: this is a smear
campaign. But then everybody loves
seeing the person
their parents advised them to be
splattered in black comic puns
across papers thrust into hands
in a mass dance
through the city.