Witchcraft

[on pollution] I breathe smoke, sleep in slum hunt flesh; over my hideous ribs play glossy blossoms sprinkling perfume of sweat. Hey! Handsome!! I greet you; Sweat’s sweeter than wine, Skin thirstier than spine, Smoke thicker than blood, Hunting ’s life. Drive fast swirling smoke; Come, cuddle and kiss , my silky bob! Who says I’m ugly witch? Under your glistening arms I’m the fairest.