My Little Lovers - Marc Almond

A tearful tincture washes

The cabbage green skies

Beneath the dribbling tree

With tender shoots…

Your raincoats

White with special moons

With round eyes

Knock together your kneecaps

My ugly ones

We loved each other

At that time

Blue, ugly one

We ate soft boiled eggs

And chickweed

One evening, you anointed me poet

Blond ugly one

Come down here that I may whip you

Across my lap

I spewed your brilliantine

Black, ugly one

You would chop my mandolin

On the edge of my brow

Ugh!

My dried saliva

Red-haired, ugly one

Still infects the trenches

Of your round breast

Oh my little lovers

How I hate you

Plaster with painful blisters

Your ugly tits

Stamp on my old pots

Of sentiment

Come on up

Be ballerinas for me

Just for a minute

Ohhhh…

Your shoulder blades

Are dislocated

Oh, my loves

A star on your lame back

Turn your turns

And yet it’s for these mutton shoulders

That I’ve written poems

I would like to smash your hips

For having loved

Pointless heap of failed stars

Crowd the corners

You will burst in God

Saddled with ignoble worries

Beneath the special moons

With Round eyes

Knock together your kneecaps

My ugly ones!