Little Body Songs Poem by Sidney Wade

A very cool guy
in a paper smoulder he
speaks the true language of nerve

Ah teach me to sing
tick song and reggae
sit down and toy with my mouth

I'm ravenous and
he puts on digestive airs
it's one big exhaust bar, man

Girls in bras in cars
and golden guys go crazy

There's a blue green globe
in the pupil of my eye
it's called a hurricane patch

Now here is a voice
a joy mover it's coming
for me the deep guest

Esther Merveille and
her marvellous bee
a bee abeille oh boy

Oh mercy he is
singing good let's feel his ear

Lotos hand swollen
red plum it's a body joy
not to be toppled by thought.