Hit the squeeze-box Some malady Comes trailing down the staircase Seep through shoes The costume is hot But it almost fits Studded green Leather chair Fails to enfold Elephantine Alas, a lack Is all I have To bargain, to brain you You are dismissed Touch it in dreams It may yet seek you out Oh, believe me I've sinned against you all Every last one Of you Slipped in heat Passed upon disgust Driven to arms In flecks of mischief In specks of solid doubt Hard and fast Cast me from the sheets Lobes of meat Of lost deceit Truffles of heartache To be savoured on occasion Staked out Doffed in splendid boredom Leaked from the body In desire Worse or better Can scarce occur at all Between them They've seen it all But can they speak? No, they choke And cough days away In depreciation