Sonnet for Suzie
I never listen to audio guides at exhibitions
Come here darling lemme lick your armpits
I’ll rejoice in the Venus tummy
in peak vampirism
in staying golden
Didn’t you say your parents met at Skowhegan?
Glitter, cat toys, spare umbrella
parts, the war is never over
and your vertical hair
has me thinking of Hong Kong Garden
and Margaret Thatcher
and the time I took a piss in a Grecian urn
because it’s all just a complex exploration
Of Beauty.
Horror Sleaze Trash 