Leather Food
By simonbarber
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 724 reads
My hungry couch,
starving sofa.
Cracked like the lips
of a desert traveller -
3 days after his flask was drained.
My parched suite
stuffs a sweet
(usually cakes and pies)
between its seats
and soon its weathered skin is smooth again.
Moisturised by the mysterious balm
sold in department stores
I'm talking of course
about
Leather Food.
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