Bent Spoke
Resting on a bed of
Conversation
Meat miles

Broad boat
Havoc on the waves of
Some creation
Neat smiles

I’ll be your rescue dog
Love me up some some
At the heels for another one

You punch me
Like only a father would
And cradle my diseased feet
Limp like only a mother could

In some other hemisphere

It’s all morning
Baby all morning
It’s all morning in here

Chattering crockery teeth
Rot with internal disease
Nervously needing to please
Swelling with Edema cheeks

Dim street
Lanterns on the way to
Somewhere at least
Meat miles

To be
A softer second thought not
Burden to teach
For a while

You punch me
Like only a father would
And cradle my diseased feet
Limp like only a mother could

In some other hemisphere

It’s all boring
Baby all boring
It’s all boring to hear

I’ll be your rescue dog
Love me up some some
At the heels for another one

I’ll be your
I’ll be yours