Poetry

Glaswegian Dollars

Stray pornography pinks the moon;

Prostituting night skies -

A discreet purchase

Turns blood to purple honey.

An adulterous heterosexual,

Defined by marital regime,

Inserts his needle

And spills

Coarse liquor

Between desperate legs

After satisfying corresponding veins.

She hopes maybe he can see

Through the haze for one moment

As their eyes lock;

But the spaced appendage,

His mouth, open slightly

Can only issue a diplomatic lager laugh,

Revealing oversized, tarred

Bottom teeth

Wedged in rotten gums.

And soon she too floats

On thick, chemical exhilaration

As her sexual receipt hums

Below the surface of transparent skin

And reality leaks

From stuffed pores…

Sarah Tapscott