From the corner of his eye
He sees, swimming in sunlight,
The yellowness of cut Chrysanthemums.
While she is crumbling
Flakes of panned sea-salt
On lemon and avocado.
Upstairs,
Framed by Rimu,
Yeats has found
Madame Curie naked
& in irradiated glory.
There is the salt of Radium
On her lips
As she envelops
His hard seed with her
Ripe avocado tenderness.
After,
Is talk of New Science:
Mutations of how not to love;
The experimental novelty
Of Essential abstinence.
Downstairs again,
There has been a commotion.
Vincent is hemorrhaging against
A flotsam of crimsoning flowers & lemon peel.
Meanwhile,
Mrs Beaton, from her book,
Reads a monograph:
On the Danger of Playing with Sharp Knives in the Kitchen.
