PERFUME-V

fun for an hour when the hour's gone
can one trick nights feed 40 days?
in my bed at the break of dawn she
shivered like a vein slashed bright and new

she's got the radio active,
it makes me feel ok
(i don't feel ok)

grip-force the vial, strip the locks smash
the set and slash the beds and when it
looks like a wife's ex-plot we'll cover
all the rugs with cheap perfume
like a docent's lisp
like a damsel's spit
like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
like a poor droll sir
like a poke's dull spurs
like a pastor's flock (no church)