escher poetry — [δ]

i was wandering
an indoor brocante

that’s a jumble sale
without the elephant

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

for i was grabbed
by a history

of lying in a single bed
with beauty

i’d just awoke
she’d have been hungover

as i was not
so there was i

looking at elderly knick–knacks
fancy glasses    decorated plates

seeing her naked back
quivering on touch

i was too concerned
she’d be hungover

meanwhile old clothing
and stuffed vixens

ignored me
more than i them

drat my concern
we should have fucked

instead
i bought some cake