Portraits IV

i walked the boulevard

i saw a dirty child
skating on noisy wheels of joy

pathetic dress fluttering


behind her a mothermonster
with red grumbling face

cluttered in pursuit

pleasantly elephantine


while nearby the father

a thick cheerful man

with majestic bulbous lips
and forlorn piggish hands


joked to a girlish whore

with buy rhythmic mouth
and silly purple eyelids

of how she was with child