Gigolo

Gigolo
—for Ted Hughes

I’m one of—those gigolos

Who manage—their infidelity

With a polished smile—and a stone heart

I haven’t forgotten—my cravings

Every grasp is—still alive in me

Even these walls—remember me

These ceilings—saturated with jizz

Every room and passage—in this dump
Bursting to shout—my secret

They accuse me—of being a gigolo
The air is quivering—with Feminist scorn
They’re just jealous tho—I’m so sexy

The minute I step—through the door

You can hear all the women—sigh & die