The Home of the Foot

That’s about as exciting as a vee of

Geese – in other words, it’s very exciting!

A man pumps out his man-milk. We
Didn’t clean these, it was only theatricality.

The cohesion of rage in the big city,

The light-flecked river spreading out and
Out, what you have is a saint’s socks

As you step out onto the street. I am

Plunked here like nobody’s business.

I am belched into this scene like an animal
Whose coloured spots are a minefield
Waiting to happen. Trust me just this once.

I will abandon arithmetic, I will abandon

Gondolas, and I will see you to your foot’s home.