Fun for an hour when the he's gone-
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn she
Shivered like a vein slashed bright and new-
She's got the radio active, it makes
me feel ok (I don't feel ok)
Grip- force the vials, strip the locks, smash
The set and slash the beds, and when it
Looks like a wife's ex-plot, we'll cover
All the rugs with cheap perfume
Like a docent's lisp
Like a damsel's spit
Like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir
Like a poke's dull spurs
Like a pastor's flock (no church)
