Basement Strut in February
A basement strut wedged loose under a dusky moon
which blackens its silver screws, a dirty knob
unscrewed by dirt and the distortions of winter.
Here a fat golden pig has wedged in his pen
on a plane outside the basement door
so that everyone stands fixed there, immaculate.
He squeals "yes space to wedge yourself further,
space to silently turn and feed and relax"...
presently he shat upon the floor...
"space later for the hard stillness of the slop-pail
the turnips spilling out of their tincans.
I'm hot and sweaty. Slather me at play
tonight, you gog-eyed occupiers of space."
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