Comments about Diane Arthur
Honey I’m home – a pseudo husband!
Belied by your fleshy mounds
Pink, corseted in oestrogen, hysterical
Messengers to my lodger!
Caged here, perched on this hill of
Gloom, castle of unmerciful unrest
Where all your friends, ghouls
Odd collections of people
Attracted by your mind set
Wander in vast red vats of your
Hospitality – my friends not welcome.
You sleep by day, a marsupial thing
Leaving strident notes to tradesmen
“Nurse – do not disturb” - even your
Non-presence carries a quake
Oh torture maker, surgeon’s bitch