I hope you all appreciate this you smutty gits. I've had to break into Plymouth university to send this. It's from an anthology called Emergency Kit (strange poems for strange times). The Ecstasy of St Saviour's Avenue (Valentines Night) by Neil Rollinson. Tonight the tenement smells of oysters and semen, chocolate and rose petals. The windows of every flat are open to cool us, the noise of our limberings issues from every sash as if the building was hyperventilating in the cold February air. We can hear the moans of the Rossiters, the Hendersons, the babysitters in number 3; a gentle pornography rousing us like an aphrodisiac. For once the house is harmonious, we rock in our beds; our rhythms hum in the stone foundations. We shall have to be careful; like soldiers who must break step on a bridge. We stagger our climaxes one by one, from the basement flat to the attic room, a pounding of mattresses moves through the house in a long, multiple, communal orgasm. The building sighs like a whorehouse. We lie in our sheets watching the glow of the street lights colour the sky; the chimneys blow their smoke like the mellow exhalations of post-coital cigarettes. So, there you go. Any abuse can be directed to my normal e-mail address as I'm just about to be slung out of here. As for next weeks Monday poem, I nominate the Bard of York, Archelita. Adrian. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+