When once I sailed a maiden course,
Timber-rot ‘neath plucky hull
Sparring Neptune’s spuming horse
Swollen squawks the baying gull.
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And there she lies under the woemonger’s needle.
I see the hole in you, the lover’s kiss
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It’s a soft-teased plaster,
leaving puckered skin kisses
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And the fleshy nubs in their skin sleep
diamond fingers shine
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There’s a clamour at the club, feral fervour
And the Dancer de-briefs, de-clothes, de-dames
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By chance one morn I wandered south, gently lulled by gusty thanes
and sipped from yesterday’s brimful cup, lusty and dripping on today’s;
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Come night I heard a Siren’s call,
Burrowed ‘neath a searing gale
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Come night I heard a Siren's call,
Burrowed 'neath a searing gale
Cross wind-whipped crag and bleakest grass-
Through hedgerows would it sail
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There is a place, a plain where oft
I’ll linger. And the darkness here breathes so loud,
It melts the stars themselves, who slide
Down the indigo canvas.
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