Barbecuing is more glamorous than golf

and more dangerous in this dress          O

I’m hot, raw and waiting like a sausage

 

Do you adore me         Hubert

Do you need me        Roger

 

hold out your plate to me and your tongue

 

drips like steak                           

                                       this is my lawn

my dress and I have electricity

 

O the idiotic love of men and their large hands

 

            I spin a sun, but you must

 

            move around me in loops       dumb earth

 

       Allow me to handle you as if you were as intricate

as one of my door knobs

 

            here we are at my party

 

Absolutely, you are right about some of the things

you want to say     but do I care

 

a fly has died but do you expect me to notice

 

the sun is in your eyes but do you think the sun has manners

 

heaven exists as I will demonstrate

but you can’t suppose a right to things

 

and I will demonstrate again