Acrylic Afternoons - Pulp

I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungeons

Who caughthis hands in the doors of the Paris metro.

Then my face cracked

Open and you were there, you were there dressed in green, saying something

Obcene.

But that’s why I came here in the first place, Oh well that and

The tea.

Can I stay herelying under the table together with you now?

Can

I hold you?

Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst

Childern play outside and wait for their mothersto finish with lovers and

Call them inside for their tea.

Cushions and TV and the table set for tea.

One for you, one for me.

Come an dlie down on the settee in that green

Jumper, you can have anything you want and the clock is saying it’s half

Past four but you know I want to stay a little more.

Can I stay herelying

Under the table… etc. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your

Knickers down.

Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.

Lemonade light

Filtering thru the trees.

It’s so soft and warm.

Just another cup of tea

Please (just one lump thanks).

Can I stay here lying under the

Table… etc. Oh, Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather,