Tytuł: My little lovers

• Wykonawca: Marc Almond
• Wyświetleń: 213

  
   A tearful tincture washes
  The cabbage green skies
  Beneath the dribbling tree
  With tender shoots...
  Your raincoats
  White with special moons
  With round eyes
  Knock together your kneecaps
  My ugly ones
  
  We loved each other
  At that time
  Blue, ugly one
  We ate soft boiled eggs
  And chickweed
  One evening, you anointed me poet
  Blond ugly one
  Come down here that I may whip you
  Across my lap
  
  I spewed your brilliantine
  Black, ugly one
  You would chop my mandolin
  On the edge of my brow
  Ugh! My dried saliva
  Red-haired, ugly one
  Still infects the trenches
  Of your round breast
  
  Oh my little lovers
  How I hate you
  Plaster with painful blisters
  Your ugly tits
  
  Stamp on my old pots
  Of sentiment
  Come on up
  Be ballerinas for me
  Just for a minute
  Ohhhh.....
  
  Your shoulder blades
  Are dislocated
  Oh, my loves
  A star on your lame back
  Turn your turns
  
  And yet it's for these mutton shoulders
  That I've written poems
  I would like to smash your hips
  For having loved
  
  Pointless heap of failed stars
  Crowd the corners
  You will burst in God
  Saddled with ignoble worries
  Beneath the special moons
  With Round eyes
  Knock together your kneecaps
  
  My ugly ones!