Rolli
LEAKY MARIE
for the same
She leaked, Marie
perpetual
an’ such rot garlic tears
as when we kissed
I ’onked my innards, near
An ’ard one to love
for I could never tell
is she weepy-sad
or custom-leaky?
an’ when I picked wrong
(more ’n not)
it was, natural
on account of bein’ a MAN
She weren’t well liked
by nobody, an’ I know
half you superstitioned ’er
to be witcher o’ the floods
these months
an’ sneaked in ghooly to see
if a preacher made ’er
leap from the box
’n burn to clinkers
Well, she lies there
pearly - so she weren’t
no witch; no holy
but she weren’t no witcher
let’s be clear
Lord, I can smell ’er from here
MORELLA
When Morella
dark cherry, long-necked
stepped from one room
to the next
men wet their lips
tasting bittersweet
From a great height
she surveyed
selecting what she pleased
“The moment I saw her, I
was doomed
I knew it”
“I felt the same way”
“A terrible thing
to have no free will”
“To be enslaved - horrible”
“In a year’s time
I’ll be one of those beggars
slanting out of the dirt
like an unkempt fence
A coat rack for reproach
Drunk
Insane”
“I’ll meet the same fate
I’m sure of it”
“Are you seeing her tonight?”
“Yes”
“Get going, then
She doesn’t like to wait”
PLOP-BAUBLE
All's I know, inspectors
there was a plop-bauble
an’ a clink-trinket
then the lights come on again, an’
bofe of ’em’s dead
dad at the window
gagged with sashes
roses all bottled in’s throat
the broken vase on’s lap
an’ mum, plum from
a twisted napkin
blops o’ sherry tearin’
down ’er chin
S’ppose it do move me
up queue fur ther
FORTUNE O’ MILLIONS
Still - you can’t suspicion me?
Serious?
Larf!