his face is an oil-slick

his face is oil-slick
& his heart
(which is hers
skids)

fix a date in the continuum of experience

he is a caffeine simoniac & liar

they sat by the river writing each other letters
she piss'd
dear so-and-so I can see up your skirt
they kiss'd
dear toad does it hurt
a post card, which is, after all, not so much
less in the UK and the best
reason is always
to ask
money

the grass stood high & dead
& insects flew & screwed
let's go home, he said
she – we're here
& they decided to do
it anyway, there