loose wardrobe
 
I knew Mog
I knew a closet cat
who would leper
coffee and mint tea
feet and socks
of Mohammed Khair Eddine
I have deliberately left out the double dot
Cecil in Vicenza
spying on a brush boat
of tourists
is at the edge of fervour
choosing his paint on a swatch
emulsifying a pigwash pink
for his daughter's
tiny room
 
Coral Brancho is eating my toenails
and turning down
awards 
the friend of people and animals
let me see you at the dawn of everyday
the calver with clean heads
cleaver Jane scribe
who drives anon
away civil evil
who writers trut
arsenic sulphide sunwipe
I've not done any evil in this land