Canto CLX

Here’s a freaky way of putting it:
you’ve got another brain in your belly.
Just think back to the kicks she gave last night

while both of us were watching the telly.
Think how she stopped it as I moved my palm
clockwise around your stomach, gently,

but as soon as I stopped, that sustained calm
was broken by hard kicks into your guts
as if she’d worked out the rules of the game,

that uppercuts bring massages, which puts
the prospects of a docile child in doubt.
Here’s hoping that our angel puts the shits

up each authority and autocrat
she meets in her sweet life, including us,
to vent her spleen against petty dictats,

duck under cordons, walk on the lush grass.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 30, 2012 @ 00:20:54

    I like the imagery of rebelling by walking on the grass. She’ll kick off her mules and walk bare foot through the lush grass and council gardeners will rant and rage to no avail.


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