Jerusalem

I’m offering pizza and me special stash.

This hooker wanted some. Said I could do

Her up the arse, but no. I’d promised you.”

Dazed, Denis blinks, and in an arc-light flash

Sees his new life in pin-sharp clarity,

All the hard bargains that it will entail

Keeping on the right side of a front door.

He nods. Kenny suggests that it might save

Time done while waiting for the microwave

To cook their pizzas. On the kitchen floor

Den kneels, unzips his host’s distended snail

And puts it in his mouth, fixing instead

On Wilde or Whitman, striving to ingest

Such poetry as might be had among

The rancid piston’s movements on his tongue,

Attempting to maintain an interest

In De Profundis while he’s giving head

But failing to recall a useful quote.

Den, lacking panthers, feasts with porcine things

Whose world, arrhythmic, will admit no rhyme

Save chance events acted at the same time:

Just as the heartless oven-timer pings

Fat Kenny’s semen sluices down his throat.

They eat in silence. Den discovers he

Can still taste his aperitif and hence

Does not enjoy his entrée. When they?

??re done

The Happy Shopper Buddha-featured one

Announces that it’s now time to commence

With their ethno-botanic odyssey