aDarkerMind

There Is No Prophet On The Moon:



there is no profit in an alien

there is no prophet on the moon

now I have stroked piano dark between the promise and the glare;

I have sunk beneath the sea-cloud

through the Waters of The Floyd

danced with devil and his prozac pill

at the cheese and chilli fayre;

 

there is no comfort in my landing

there is no doubt I can suppress

now I have poked through eyes of safety pin in my Mothers wedding dress;

I only crossdress on a Sunday

in the safety of my cell

it is only when my curtains swell

I realise I am no different from the rest;

 

I still wear my Fathers' corset to hide my pregnant gut

carrying tripod for the triplets in my Jeffry;

 

I have no questions to be answered

I have no answers to the clue

I only have a keychain in my kitchen

and a sneeze of Winters chill

giving oral to my turnip

as she paints my window seal

drinking blood of jesus

so gentle mild and meek

and even I would find it hard

to kiss her other cheek!

 

there is no money here to launder

just a bank notes' slot machine

taking pictures of my bathtime submarine;

 

I still wear my Fathers' corset to hide my pregnant gut

carrying tripod for the triplets in my Jeffry;

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments1

  • Teddy.15

    May the aliens finally come down and put you out of your misery dear Melvin, I think you are a jimmyhendrix/Tarantino maniac poet, and I mean that in the kindest of spirit, you made me laugh a lot reading this, and made me blush. Always very very entertaining 😜

    • aDarkerMind

      am sure i would enjoy meeting them Teddy;
      however i might be dressed at the time ;o)

      • Teddy.15

        They are on their way I'm sure ☺️



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