your stomach and your cock

Talking about yourself 

Can't do nothing else 

Only got your senses 

your stomach and your cock 

Talking about yourself 

There's not no other way

I'm looking at your arse 

With a million hungry eyes

Rays of bleeping 

Like a life bouy 

Stranded in the harbour trench 

dressed in ragged 

Fronds of seaweed 

Dogfish nibble at my end

And my light is beep beep beeping

Keeps the scravagers at bay 

No one knows 

where the wind comes from 

away away 

From men and towns

No one knows 

the hole in the sand 

Where my children

Are lost and found 

Sunshine beats 

on the silicone surface 

The ghost of a dream 

Haunts the underworld 

I am driving like a lemming 

To the Martian compromise 

Whistling like some 

dead Chuck Berry 

Someone else's baby 

By my side 

No particular place to go

Dum be dum be dum be dum

Talking about myself 

Can't do nothing else 

Only got my senses 

My stomach and my cock 

Evolution lent this 

Fleeting state of bliss

Why should we resent this 

'Till the final kiss. 

09/06/18