In The Stalls Comments

My Beef I Marvellous collection of cooked meat animals fed on grass as green as crayons Blood-red joker markings on my upper lip fair-trade organic grape this evening I walk with a cigarette to the garden holy smoke about geraniums on the window sill The seductive leaves, black ink on velvet the blossom hues draw me close for love I stroll to the fenced shrub garden sit on the bench funnel smoke through my lips at brown snails on the wall II The Frigidaire meat selection I slice the beef and roll it on my tongue I will greet tomorrow I shall decide the attire although part of the day may hold me in chains I will eat the tongue of an ox I will bellow bronzed words onto 48 sheets throughout Belfast