ginny

zebra walls to watch
in eucayptus stench
fumes
less fetish
than to caw with crows
by yellowed day
and bloody night
there go the smug newly
shaved faces
in posthumous
glory after shi…

there’s my last lover
apostrophising the sun
moments before the fire’d begun
and caught
his blind spot
burning, turning,
and shot himself
showing ‘tender yearning’
while i lay
supin…