Show me the Mr. Shirleys.
Show me a decor that's strictly ether.
Show me gumbo picnics in a crawlspace.
Show me spit & stir - tubercular cooks concocting Paradise.
Show me, of seven hungers, one appeased.
Show me the perfect position for skewering.
Show me the ball on the nose of the skinned seal.
Show me hot wax dripping on a tongue.
Show me sugar-peril safe as houses.
Show me, its scripture implicit, slave training in Kalamazoo.
Show me Hootchie Kootchie with his pants down.
Show me how genitals twitch when juice is applied.
Show me cocktails for the fetish set.
Show me the kiss you didn't blow.
Show me a funeral from ear to ear.
Show me a necklace of ears on a North Shore matron.
Show me a referendum on the wig.
Show me the latest fad - baby branding.
Show me The Little Companion to Home Abuse.
Show me high-steppers oozing valentine.
Show me the hound's share kept by the hound.
Show me, apart from speech, what you've got in your mouth.
Show me, finger down your throat, what you're fed up with.
Show me an usurper talking a blue streak.
Show me the eenie & the meanie but not the mo.
Show me the footnote for Chernobyl.
Show me a moratorium on rendered flesh.
Show me bodies, one above the other, that fit perfectly.
Show me nearer my God to Thee at a distance of three cm.
Show me easy work for a cudgel.
Show me how to relish a gadget.
Show me the sums that yield this insolence.
Show me what split our wisdom into three.
Show me the fourth wheel challenged by the fifth.
Show me how to negotiate the first twenty-seven obstacles.
Show me your mother's first step.
Show me millions of amputations - mines in New York,
London, Paris.
Show me the ins & outs of claws of birds of prey.
Show me graveyard sluts bequeathing relics.
Show me pompom girls with punches to deliver.
Show me a mercy killing set to music.
Show me Hurdy Gurdy grunting.
Show me Chinese opera in a sweatshop.
Show me ivory towers for Triads.
Show me making it from scratch.
Show me the last train to Islam.
Show me gist a mill can't grind.
Show me what you've left behind.
Show me, no pause for breath, a scream from birth to death.

Published in Poetry New Zealand (NZ).