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) © 2017