Rhyymes over crimes  verbs divide as knives  plunged deep into keyboards,  if God was drunk at the Last Supper  the chalice fell from my mantlepiece    Litte Miss Poetry came to my room  wearing a red typewriter, did I really  see a folded negligee on empty pages  and would you have straddled me  licking pearls from last...

  Seduced by the tongue in her hair  collapsed from shoulder as waterfall  captured by an artist  who dreams in sunsets    Nape of her neck flowed into negligee  and surely, breath could only find  refuge in intensive care, the closest  hospital was a hundred ambulances away    Everyone has a date with an undertaker  all the humour of a...