I COULD BE YOUR LOVER

I COULD BE YOUR LOVER


i could be your lover
think how you would feel

elvis tells me, get high
strange severe pleasure pedestals
circle under and up over
the red door to my heart
look, use your spectacles
now look again
my memory has left you lemon flavored
the last piece, the best piece
taste my soul
while your bejewelled little fingers
wadcrumple up the wrapper
you toss it, it falls
with the acid rain we drink
and we walk across the skipping leaves
of my oregano tree
nothing was everything
before the tablets were tried
before the tablets were tried

the sun fires freely
into the crown of mourners
your glistening lips grin turning green
oozing sugared rum
coating the paper i write on
read from, go to
insomnia welcomes meringue on my head
quick, take my photo
british boys await parcel
looks as if i see trails

velvet felt covering
your entire driveway and
my entire driveway
which both meet in a
horticultural handshake
right in front of our own 2 room house
funny enough
looks as if i smell your blue sauce
almost ready
nearly complete
practically prepared

i love you
i don't love your family, i love you
don't become tense
don't take your hand from my thigh
let it travel
allow fascination with the now
the tomorrow of goodgreat
be my queen
incidentally indeed

look
keep your contact lenses crystal clear
and see the wicked way
the aftersmoke shoots high
and levels out at your hairline
be quite careful not to offend observers
your fellow radio listeners
are capable of jumping the yellow spaces
if unoccupied
are you not tripping?
what a surprise

oh well
hi
let's think about the next
thought you would agree
to disagree

i could be your lover
think how you would feel


1987 r.stevie moore

as appears on
middle-age vernacular
contact risk


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