Love Poetry For Couple

for Leicester Kyle 1 a plank bed in a gully and a woman there with a buckled mouth my hand plunged deep in her pigfern turpentine and tea-tree the sour-smoke smell of damp coal in the scuttle and flat beer on the bench once I stood so tall on a stolen Triumph my hair streamed behind like a thousand freedoms now I stand two miles above flatlanders

at night the rats are bigger than rats they race back and forth like typewriters across the lath and plaster like good little rats they have taken their poison and now grow large with thirst where are their pretty girlfriends or love, the magician? cannot one of these offer them solace or slake? oh qwerty they clatter oh qwerty qwerty as the night grows hard round them desperate in their