NOON DOGS AT THE HEAVENLY SOCIAL:
I listen to your noise, you hide your eyes, I know you’re looking,
people around us ‘clicking’, breathing, sneezing. You spread papers,
take up space, stake your claim. What do you want? What do you need?
Am I invisible? The Tipster shuffles, flips ‘Bids to trouser St Jude’
right out in front of me & I don’t know what I means but I’m hooked,
just lying there on the table, begging for it.
Can you believe it?!