I
She said
It's stinking outside
I thought about it
Stinking
I tried to smell the stench
Imagined rotting piles of stuff
It's not the day for the bins
Bins on Monday
Today is Wednesday, midweek
Like midwinter
The rain doesn't stink
I thought
Rain rains
Soaks you through to your trunks
II
Trunks is Sunblest Veda
Thickly sliced, toasted with butter
Melted cheese - Eyelevel grill
Trunks is a bus journey
To primary school - double-decker
Upstairs, front window, massive
Buildings coming at me
Touch the top of street lights, midwinter,
Dark, raining up the Lisburn Road to Balmoral
And knickers
Is posh Christmas cake
Piped edges, white, pink
Nickers is coming down the Lisburn Road
Upstairs - double-decker
School finished
Mid-afternoon summer
Smell the heat, smoke my pipe
Chase the girls: groin
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