A poem by Emma Hammond

babycake
my funny yellow fellow
slanty eyes astray
as you walk through the ashtray
with special fingers

burning creating fiddling
stroking
my heart in mouth
full of chicky pie

apocryphal desire
i will miss
your beanstalkliness
effortlessness
when you came around
and round

walking down milsom st
in the raining rain
ran
past incense and mobiles
the crippled flautist
we smiled
at the pretty girls
oh you girl pink friend

together we meander
two dead bodies floating downstream
and you never yap yap yap

you always conquer

Emma Hammond's latest book is tunth-sk. She blogs here.