Happy streets V – (Shetland-wool sweat)
my girlfriend’s made from the finest Shetland wool
and most beautiful she is when in the city crowd
her warm freedom undoes itself
inscribed under her eyelids like a caravel
ready to take off high into the air
just before leprosy
kisses the town
her breasts
are speckled and heavy
and in between them one drop of sweat
travels by a sleepy underground
two stations away from the square
to the belly
where it stops
like a man or a woman exiting a waiting-room
at the railway station
in an unknown city
looking around in confusion
putting down and constantly glancing
at two cardboard suitcases
leaking out slowly but steadily
the hard smuggled lavender
the night radio fuck