Dark Entries

                                  Caressing bent up to the jug again 

With sheaths and pills 

Invading all those stills 

In a hovel of a bed 



I will scream in vain 

Oh please miss Lane 

Leave me with some pain 

Went walking through this city's neon lights 



In fear of disguising my warping seathing 

Pressure lines and graceless heirs 

Intangible of price 

Trying so hard to find what? What was right 



I came upon your room it stuck into my head 

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice 

You took delight in taking down 

All my shielded pride 



Until exposed became my darker side 

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin 

Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 

If only for the old times cold times 



Don't go waving your pretentious love 

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues 

Girating through some lonesome devils row 

Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey 



Of walking money checks possessing holes 

He often sleekly offers his services 

Exploitation of his finer years 

Work with loosely woven fabrics 



Of lonely office clerks 

Any lay suffices his dollar green eye