#1
is there something in your teeth?
do you feel like waking up and fixing them back by hanging on a string?
the pliers on the bedside table smirking like a tangerine-grin
on the face of a dame you just can't win
so you go back to your teeth
and poke around the in between and sift for the substantial
glut of sweet relief
that momentary spin that you've been waiting for all week
is that the stuff you seek?
does a drop in my indignation get me in the clique

for the night?
I'm told you're told that it's alright
or so I'm fobbed off with as a slight of hand
no top hat but what a charismatic man

do you multiply by the second hand's jitter?
Or divide the divine up to see what fits you?
is there the nuance of a cartoon in the corner?
or do concerns like the above just bore you

all of the night?
I'm told you're told that it's alright
or so I'm fobbed off with as a slight of hand
no top hat but what a charismatic man

and I'm starting to feel elastic
and you're riding the rubber wave
and our uneventful evening
has elongated into days

have you a handle on the venture
and another on the snooze
'cos any sort of loud noise
and we'll wake up in a noose

ahhhh
ahhhh

does it come bogof or three for two?
can you get me some in lieu...

of tonight?
(feel elastic)
it's alright
(the rubber wave)
a slight of hand
(one evening)
charismatic man
(into days)

tonight
tonight
tonight