manly hooking scream
foam, burbled all outright
pinkie flared into the nightgown sip
the honeymoon exploded into gales
of moustache and chocolate humiliation
half-jettisoned
but still lively in pink jogger
three-wheeled, with some buttons stuck
no decent reminder for the iris of a gigolo
sneaked through between the heel and ball of a perfect step
an air of confidence
a trash man
gather hulky licence to pall bear anyone's raggedy ass
on the pillow, a silken cleavage
her taut frame wooden in the stair well
perspiration from who knows who
smelling like the ponies from 50 years ago, why?
like a knife and spoon again
not telling any tales here
the lights flicker on the last dance
these whales aint singing
spongy and i aim for midnight
if the clock cant wait then... unanimous
macabre angels will spell it in blood
an airtight Airedale fetching human lungs from the dais
you know how i'll remember this night?
the sugar cult kicking the shit out of the losing boxer
porous kid from Spill town, landing in big shine
hey if it was so imminent
they would have done it in glass
next time, probably
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