POEM:

Grey Jogger Swinging,

Swanging from side to side,

Keeps these eyes singing.

Pendulous Dragons Snagging,

Dragging the attention away from my brunch,

Beach boy give me a pearl necklace,

The lunch is running past.

Slow down while we drown in your tanned breakfast,

Your going too fast.

It’s the Truman show when they know the attentive tension they are drawing from your storing balls as they strut down terracotta halls,

Treading horn into your hearts and naughty parts causing old fags to twist and dart.

Glow me, Show me,

Let me blow thee.

Weak addict desire shows we’ve had it.

Take that vision,

Store it and Bag it.

Catch it while you can,

Coz this ain’t a man after Man.

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Written by Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”

~ For Gordon Maxwell ~

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