The Novelist at the Supermarket Till
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
He looks through men and women and he sees
Them not just outwardly but sees inside
Them like a CT scan. His heart can tweeze
Out hidden medical conditions, pride
For instance. Narrowly he X-rays them.
The men keep self zipped up inside their pants.
He sees how small they are. A woman’s hem
He lifts. Pretending to be goodly aunts
Or teachers of young kids, this one or that,
A whore at night in bed, and not her man’s,
She wants her lovers to go splat, splat, splat
Up in her guts. She wants the Thumb of Hans
To plug her hole. She wants his hardened spike
But more she wants him to unplug her dyke.
