STOP FLASHING AT ME
I see you wear no protection
as you dance around the floor
looking at me so inviting
as you long for my endur-
ing look of fealty and growth
that will sure as hell
make you want more than
all the rocks in the solvent
called earth that looks to
the sun and asks
what is the decider who can make
it to the ball and he decided later
that you are wrong
for all things called
the right and wrong
like you know the world
can see your ass
Breakwell.
Your gusset sniped look
of fair weather
shall make me
take to the door
I will not be the setter
of you red and white
souffle’d look of dour
need and hate of all
things about me
that flop with a rigid candour
that you cannot escape with you nose
to the floor.
Flash goes the light
on camera, go now and
ask the cameraman for some
dope to smoke like you know
it is good for the left
and not right brained
people of this world of
ours.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
Reblogged this on TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE – AGELESS POETRY and commented:
This is an oldie from 2007 which I sent to the VC of Bath University in protest at her pay and conditions.
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