Peeko Pacifiko

  A Leer from the World, and A Sneer in the Universe

  I was swearing it

  was Magritte

  that tits in the sky painting

  you know

  a sky reduced

  to squares

  but now electric

  and storm-crazed

  the old hammock

  doing turns

  like a jump rope

  while we

  grappled and swore

  and sweated

  like sergeants;

  and the blazing

  firmament lit

  the pines

  the branches in

  low moans

  reaching like

  voyeurs;

  but we

  screwed,

  for all that our

  slimy and raw

  and pulsating equipage was worth.

  it took gall

  in the middle

  of everything

  in front of

  anyone who

  would watch.

  I hated her

  for sure

  and she made

  love like

  a strangler;

  and we

  could have

  made the stars

  but we would

  only

  despise.

  That one is more like it, I thought.