FEBRUARY 27, 2023 Share Stirred alive To the pit-pat hum-lax Of the Virgin Mary Slinking toward my body Tucked into the corner Of a used divan Shamelessly She shakes me From the pretty briars of a deep sleep Containing a beautiful wish She taps She grates me And I’ve been commissioned To wake Nia, wake! Flops out her pre-crying cock And I get drummed And I fix On the lost life of an insect Smeared over the wall Skid marked And I think of grade three And I think of brown I rally Show a leg In a country RSL Where all the people are thick Sauntering about, red Like the’ve pockets full’a rocks Normality is obesity Fatality is normality Jar of Moccona Is all I have to work with out here Judgement gulp it Distain sip it But can’t say I hate the son of a bitch In these quarters It’s my only friend I take a moment in pardon To recall lovely things I like: Vivid Spanish tapestries Pastasciutta Sughetto di pomodorino Basilico fresco Espresso e Limoncello Warm sand The laugh of m