I’ve lost all control of my jaw:
Karen, you are evolution’s coda.
I know I should say this more.
I’m just a floating fungal spore
drawn to your pitiless odour.
I’ve lost all control of my jaw.
Our dancing is like semaphore;
we share more than just this powder.
I know I should say this more.
Let me drink you with a curly straw,
let me flake you in to chowder:
I’ve lost all control of my jaw.
Let’s elope to Singapore,
my ornately carved pagoda.
I know I should say this more.
At least, let’s go to the dancefloor
with a Malibu and soda.
I’ve lost all control of my jaw:
I know I should say this more.

Comments
Dynamaso | June 16, 2008 - 12:14
I really enjoy the way this loops on itself; the repetition is almost hypnotic. Great work.
jennifer | June 17, 2008 - 10:35
Mesmerising.