The slug slime trail on the rug in the kitchen in the morning (and where it may lead you)
Nasty little mangy mucus monster
spent the night silently creeping around
spreading its sticky superhighway secretions far and wide.
Now a long twisting trail of its silvery slime
shines on the fibres of the blue kitchen rug
like jewelled frost against brilliant morning sky.
Except, I think ... how they sloop in the sink
slipslide across worktops
fill gaps with their sloppy gloop
slather gunk down walls
slick gory gunge over cupboard doors
and spread squishy snot over tiles, until ...
They sense their mate
follow the slippery scent of goo
to find each other
where they secrete their slime-cords,
twist and mingle mucus to hold them
in sexual congress.
Conjoined in a cosy slushy gastropod cocoon
they hang the night together
in hermaphrodite heaven.
