escher poetry — [δ]

i was wandering
an indoor brocante

that’s a jumble sale
without the elephants

and i must have seen something
i don’t know what

for i was suddenly assaulted
by the memory

of lying in a single bed
with a beautiful her

it was just woken
she should have been hungover

as i was not
so there was i

looking at the elderly knick–knacks
fancy glasses decorated plates

but seeing only her naked back
shivering as i touched

i was too concerned
about her hangover

meanwhile the old clothes
and stuffed vixens

ignored me
more than i them

drat my concern
i should have fucked her

she’d have said
if she didn’t want

instead
i bought some cake