Times is hard, Mrs Lovett & Horse
by Maureen Jivani
[ poetry - june 09 ]
Times is hard, Mrs Lovett
The whore folds
herself into him,
her left hand
presses down
on his groin,
Such times, lover,
brings us
closer to God.
Horse
Word's out there’s a stash in the coop
but this mare no longer chases tales
though I can sniff them lucid and living.
It probably began with chicken fever
puncturing the groin’s puckered veins.
Now I’m a crock of bin laden’s best.
