MY HEART IS NO SQUATTER CAMP

You may look me in the eye
And see a self-satisfied, shallowest fool
You may hold my gaze
And behold a town -made cliche
An ordinary talk about the weather
Or the horror of galloping food prices
Your eyes may drill at me
Holy Shit! Soddom and Gomorrah
Sulphurous flames sparkle in your eyes
You may freeze in liquid terror
And weep for mercy -
Emancipation from the thraldom
Of your tyrant - my love for you!

You may look at me like that
But you are wrong I am sure
My heart is no tramp
That stopped over for the night
My heart is not a stranger
Who stops to warm his hands at the fire

Does my heart look frail
Does my heart look like a tramp-camp
A community that ekes sordid life
Of lame and crippled dreams
Burst arteries of patience
And contaminated intelligence

Does my heart look like a cold heath
With no fire
And do you feel your heart is
Spreading its hands on an imaginary fire
For warmth and contentment
Is my love some dirty underwear
You are impatient to hide
Do I sniff shit like the streetkids
Sniff glue?

I am no tramp whose dreams
Sleep in a suitcase
The chalice of my heart
Is brimming with love, the fire is burning
I need you to sit with me
On the heathrug of hot love
What ever they may say or do
Iwill not change my ways
My heart is no squatter camp
Come home to love and comfort.

           -dougwa-