Dimple

November in July

Eyes glistening in darkness like freshly crushed flies

Fourteen bones held together by avian phlegm

When the whistling has ended I won't stale again

Slurry soul, unbearable clink

Fraying through tartared chink

Took the Dorgi, left the dent

Frozen fast in the sagging night

4/4 of silence, 5/4 of shame

When the sneezings subsided

I won't stare again

Ink-a-dink-a-dink

(Hej do, hej do)

A-dink-a-dink-a-dink-a-doo

(Hej do, hej do)

Jutland is crooning narcrotic Lorilies

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Awaiting command

Its huge snout wedged between my thighs

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Ink-a-dink-a-dink

(Hej do, hej do)

A-dink-a-dink-a-dink-a-doo

(Hej do, hej do)

Jutland is hvining while stars fall in thuds

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Flattening the cheek, like soft muffled scuds

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Tongues lick the lead Lego

They won't be denied

If you're listening to this

You must have survived

My only pige passed your only dreng

In Jutland's sheer city

(Farvel, farvel)

November in July

Apropolis lip to where acid-fast fly

Creepy and shiny guanine restrain

While out lifting scalp, I will not glare again

Took the shilling, ditched the score

Frozen fast in the lowering night

In the lowering left-testicle night