I have seen sandwiches and their wrappings
On the roofs of moving cars,
Beacons of forgetfulness.
I have seen brightly coloured swatches of evening dresses
Caught in the doors of moving cars
Rippling like low flags.
I have seen loose dentures
Of a sleeping old lady
Moving independently of her jaw.
Once, I saw my girlfriend’s sister’s vagina when euphoric twirling
Made her skirt rise and she was not wearing underwear.
I said, “I saw your vagina”, and was asked to leave.
I have entered cubicles
An found shocking brown truth
Of other peoples’ turds.
I once saw a man,
Worse for drink,
Urinate on his own dog.
And once I noticed a conjuror’s
Absurd plastic thumb,
Which, oddly, no one else saw.