smothered in smooth-looped luxury
designed to absorb.
volition lost amongst the numb folds
of a Turkish export.
slip out into the drip-drop rain
of a soft-soaped sky.
Stride, naked, hoopy frood-like,
across the scarred lawn
for that line-dried scratchy rag
its abrasion welcome
if only to feel something
to slough off
and watch it blow away.