by Colin James
I had washed my arse with the dish towel
because I have problems down there,
as opportunistic as modern schedules permit.
Late again, amid a forgotten torrent of bleach,
the towel remained on its rack.
Then in the afternoon suddenly remembering,
dangerously hurrying to precede my wife home,
just as our two handcuffed Raggedy Ann Dolls
were releaved diametrically of their pain.
Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski's Porch Press and a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press. Formally from the UK, he now lives in Massachusetts.