Thorax fat jewelled onyx
Unwound coathanger antennae
Picking yale; mortise of the land
I prickle at your image
These lads have dined well
Breakfasts of pastry flake in Porto
Nougat of dragonfruit in Pai
Even a pan of seafood paella
left out
All night in Barcelona
An army
Hefting yellowgrain
The slowest potwashers
Dream one night both bed and I
will be carted back and keeled
Into the colony's maw
The lips smacking tight
As larvae crawl in my ears
We feed the ones we love,
More often the ones we don't
