Poetry

Sunday 3 July 2022

Love fossil

 You've got propane eyes

Butane soul

Methane mind

Well your gas works blow


Your oil well heart

Sure struck gold

Pumping blood

All over the street


And your fracked senses

In the earth they rolled

And heaven was a wind farm

Of your thought control

 Can you tell I've been out a mile

Out of my depth 

In your desert of love fossil fuel


Well your love is a fossil long buried it is said

Maybe one day it will be turned into lead

Maybe it could run a combustion engine

But haven't you heard love's gone electric


It's a beast with green eyes, fighting in the storm

Where jealousy's trees are being ripped and torn

Out at the roots oh from when love was born

Oh your dinosaur love is a fossil I'd have sworn

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