Pie Man

Turning a boozy eye

there’s the half smile

the crooked pin eye

the gravy stain on his chin

the onion tears

the smell of damp crotch

the hand more pig trotter than human

holding a bitten pie

that slash of darkness a mouth.

What is that?

What is that?

On the shelf behind you…

a photo of a querulous boy in pants big as a circus tent

holding fairy floss in a stiff wind

a woman, laughing, her dress caught in the up draught

a good day,then…

so stump up pie man

your profile sucks.

 

 

 

 

 

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