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