love and hate are two horns on the same goat
the Witch is back from a long stint
she is wearing her hair up
as a sign of atonement
she says we can still be friends
she is listening to Steve Hillage again
she calls me the turdy wordy man
after supper
we knock back
chive and spearmint shooters
dwell on the vast potential
of the drinkable garden in general
and why Janet Leigh's
moleskin shower cap
didn't do the trick:
she'd have been better off
with the Vikings
who never quite made it here
reach out though they did
craning their midnight necks
Chipset says the Witch is my hag-for-life:
because she is
rewired
to
the dream-deprived edge of my
fish-sleep
she gets her
hexy
knickers in a
twist and clutches at my
retrievable soul
Valverde February 2009