In your skin tight <br />white tee shirt <br /> <br />your left breast <br />is greatly <br /> <br />distorted by <br />the packet of fags <br /> <br />shoved down <br />your cleavage <br /> <br />fascinated by the fags <br />my eyes are glad <br /> <br />when dying for a fag <br />you extract the package <br /> <br />& striking <br />up a conversation with me <br /> <br />talk in smoke <br />rings <br /> <br />your eyes fastened upon <br />my eyes fastened upon <br /> <br />the incredible manifest <br />nipple <br /> <br />that has budded into being <br /> <br />now the fags <br />are gone <br /> <br />as if the nipple was saying: <br />“Now, you...look here! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-you-look-here/
