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
