Friday 16 November 2018

Esther's Pants


Esther’s Pants


Esther used to sell white lace panties
to the bra buying frantic masses
crotchless consumption on the box
giggling her maybe born with it maybelline 
wearing harmony supersoft is she isn't she seen
sofa perching with peephole socks
 her glitterball powder puff cleavage
late-night-morning television camera lingered
sticky flicker handset sucky fingered
a dripping longing kind of phone in moaner
begging you to call her like some loose loner
a flag day waving not drowning 
 wet bent children in need charity donor
weather girl raining scum suds on your parade
should’ve left, should’ve right, should’ve stayed
soured whipped cream rain is very likely
during tonight’s seasick crossing of the lobby
from her gut to Plymouth Sound
tacky gummy stain on zipped-up trousers
because play-pause viewing is an irredeemable hobby
tissues ripped rough from the carton
soaked and sodden it’s true
tightly cupped tits pressed
together with marzipan glue
oozing from last year’s wedding cake
full beam on like erect thrust rippled fabric
or rough shanked nipples like when
she complained it was wrong putting Ed on piano
he was all too shallow
to sing some duff mindless song
like shut the fuck up and dance with me
she groaned she was sure it was
some fucking cack like this or that
or north of northwest Budapest
so clamp her let me leave mouth and give it a rest
because all the mindless proles
who voted for the dole and the rotting coal
dead buried in the ground deserve nothing less
look she’s left them hanging out
in the heat to melt
spilling over her frock leaning forward
legs open cashing in the camera flash
in a Dick Emery exit Brexit babyshambles
oh you are awful waving that thing at me
using your stiff cream to whip up the French letter trifle
blender to sticky mix Dutch oven pancakes
fixing sickly melted wax German candles
to the table top and squatting
repeating dribbling oily custard
up down in out shake it all about
resigned to sounds of beef curtains drip-dripping
twelve rounds of despatch boxer skipping
coy winking in public during the afternoon sitting





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