I dunno,maybe,
what would the cats do?
This summer wind makes a furnace world
and my friend has caught me wanking
and my belly burns as if of acid I
had drunk
and the woman walking through the
kitchen
today does not soften what i smash my
face against the brick wall of
this life
in the outhouse I’d do it
with the webs and wet walls
and the sneering spiders
and the beams where i once
saw a roosting bat
.
Niall Griffiths
Picture Pierre Molinier
.