Grey dove appeal

This lump of meat
-Was my brother’s favourite pet
This slab of marble
-Was my TV set

The sun -is a thorn, a halo, and a woman
And my pair of britches
-a safety pin and summons

If you roll Oslo
-Into a polar bean tree
Don’t send Geronimo
Looking for me

My hair is a cow horn
My hips start to squeal
This pretty woman
Has grey dove appeal

A damp shot of amplitude
A thorn butt heel
Oh, this pretty woman
Has grey dove appeal

A pin in a jam-jar
A leaf of lemon peel
This pretty woman
Has grey dove appeal

I’ve been to Nebraska
On a dandelion clock
I fell into the sun
And I ate up all the rock

There’s nothing like a sweet pea
On a hustler’s train
Melting like a sunflower
Into the Haywain

There’s a starvation lion
Sleeping in my bed
A broken mirror
That floats above my head
The locust and the starfish
Sit down to a meal
This pretty lady has
Grey dove appeal