a monster haunts us
with cut-resistant ballistic pads
carefully cut and sewn
with curves in mind
bright yellow
peppers
in the morning courtyard
old tyre caked against shed
and cooling trousers
on the white picket fence
someone has stolen
the pasta machine
hot potato wet tomato
if you hear what your body says then put yr mind
in the de-facto crunch machine
punch out the eyes punch out the eyes
we will not use old memory cards
between foxes and tragedies lies human emotions feeding on chickens
outcrop with empty car
wading into lake with caked bum
caught with trousers down
only permitted the full-on
