Space Fried Blue Jeans

Your hair hit me. Ben Folds lost his T shirt again. Go on catch me. A pillow burst, feathers in the wine.   Sitting on you, the only way. Stop biting me! Wine's spilling. You’re no brick. That's the phone,  Ha got you, fell for it Now my pillows split.   Racing for the door, breathing in Switching off the mobile No not the cake, I’m hungry/ Here eat it/yuk.…..   I love you/Prove it/how? Be my slave/I already am. Not good enough. Show me/ See your blood in my veins.   Not enough, Sing me. Well what/ My Woman From Tokyo? You Seventies nerd/kiss my jocks/Drop em/pay me/I love you too.   Yeah show me/this body is yours/ I’ve seen bodies before/whose? My dad's/that’s it, it’s war/stop licking me. Now I have to shower/me too/I’m first/no, together.   Pass the soap/why? I’ve got to wash you off me Don’t, don’t ever, here hold me like this, Yeah/ We’ll drown/yes please, as long as its with you/ The waters getting cold/kiss me, kiss me.   OK where are they/ where's what? you know! Oh, in the wash/no they're not! Where are they? I gave them away/I know you didn’t! You love me in them/Well only a lot/so? Third drawer. Ah, my space fried blue jeans. Lets not go, open the red? Rob Kennedy

Tanya Rossi