Sweaty feet in black suede boots –
- So easy to
slip on and off now they come with zips!
Type writer t-shirt walks passed things hidden
and forgotten. I hide -
under dirtying flesh-coloured rubber bandages
- my infected skin,
embarrassed that I am vulnerable to these things.
I watch street artists, sexy in their suave skinny ways,
breath out compressed-pressure-scenes of
surreal monsters and congested city sites.
to spray paint cloud scapes
in alley ways
so we can slip behind façades and remember
warm beer summer blaze.
But if you wanna be cool these days – that’s just not how it’s done.
And I see that ugly can be fun.
But I want to be in
when I cum.
I close my eyes, made of broken beach glass bottles
while all of my female friends are
with each other.
Smelling – in the late warm weather lung –
the perfume of each others’ pollen.
with the slow bloom of bulbed flowers
just to press thighs and lips against petals.
And I dream of skies.
- Canberra 2012