Woad tartan filches back board whore
from twinkling rush to headlong thrust
life penetrates gestates finds home
a strumpet's bugle clarion call
calls this cord a lost maraud
heart ripped, torn, unzipped
shoot the channel from roots to leaving
unearth or bury the afterglow
festered nest of fetid breast
full strident vamp the lactose fall
bird blast sole stripped with trim pickings
"Roll on the day she lasts the night
we'll all get to sleep at last"
A new life lies a borning.