Some Velvet Morning We didn’t know the time none of us cared. We only knew it was late - but it wouldn’t end for an hour or so at least. We were where everyone wanted to be
Wild Woman of Wonga This wild Woman of Wonga sorceress of dark ages witch with a thousand nipples vengeful goddess of mythology - this bitch stalks, arms flailing
Cream Teas and Wasps I stumbled across myself this July Glimpsing my hips and an angular smile My skin has the sheen of pinky cream teas But the wasp with - holds its sting