Ventnor from a Window
On a broken hoarding
a small poster
advertises
without subtlety
a film about a
nymphomaniac
A barefoot woman
in a scruffy green coat
writes
The daffodils are now in decline
on the writhing bodies
with a marker pen
and wets herself again
Later in her only room
she sits half naked
in her cubist blouse
and awaits
her former lovers
“Look See The Saints Suspended in Oil”
A barefoot woman
in a scruffy green coat
shattered the windows
of my peaceful town
and handed out
wooden spirit levels
to the injured
without incident
Taxi 298
A barefoot woman
in a scruffy green coat
took a slow poison
in the back of my cab
she took nineteen minutes to die
as I was a man of faith
I turned my meter off