at this moment.

they're shreiking, screaming,

the children nextdoor; their squeals

disturb and torment.

mad captive monkeys,

nimble fingers picking locks,

ready for mayhem.

15 $

'her name's Miracle'

the old woman says. she's large

and panting beneath

a bright beating sun.

Miracle traces her tiny thumb

across my thigh while

she hugs me, smiling.

I wake from my reverie,

sun-drunk and drunk-drunk

and watch as they drift

away from me, down the beach,

my money in hand.

boys and horses

beautiful boys

ride beautiful horses

the sea laps the shore

filthy animal.

my dog siouxsie sioux
cocks her head at the grey rat
deflated roadside.

for the little ones.

one, two, pile of poo
three, four, syringe wash'd ashore
five, six, piles of bricks

sev'n, eight, paper plate
nine and ten, the garbage men
wave and say hello.

eager beaver

husky woman in

bikini passionately

deep throats foot-long sub.

es ist ein wiener!

emboldened lad

unzips and whizzes in bush,

nosy krauts look on.