Both poems from: The colours of ancient dreams
B.C. Leale
A ROOM
There is a room possessed
by a locked piano
a black coffin
on a silent ocean.
There is a room crackling with flames
where the women you desire
unsheathe their vulvas beneath blankets of ash.
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IN A LOCKED ROOM OF THE CHATEAU
Our philatelist uncle
with the towering crumbling eye
of a mortician
spreads out a sparkling
fresh set
of gummy vaginas