In these days of liner fat
Do you eat smog DO YOU
Exterminate the grip
Of fire festivals
Watered by auditions
Sculptured noise
Fizzes white thighs
Interior views
Salt the earth
Astonish
A piece of ham;
Mondays belong to Tuesdays
And the other world belongs
To this one
At five o’clock in the afternoon
Only

*From “Flash Bloom”, Wire Press, San Fransisco, 1980.