In the old bar, Melchtal
we played the jukebox
Gates of Eden
over and over
One night men sang to us
and I slipped a souvenir ashtray
under my jacket
We drank underaged Schnapps
and you took a sugar cube
soaked it
pushed it into my mouth
and placed your finger on my lips
as if I was going to speak
and shouldn't
~ ~ ~
I'm an animal
my name is Gnasher
I bark
have bollocks
crap on the grass
Leash me
Feed me
Please de-flea me
Rub my tummy
Write me poetry
~ ~ ~
I go for a piss
in John Lewis
the same as I travel
to the cathedral
the old one in Canterbury
go straight to the refectory