Seafood can be sexy
Before lunch, I’ve seen
It done – heart mixed
In with the peas and
Sesame seeds, tossed
But not lost in our
WWE Super Slam feast.
Headline reads: Pessimist
To Pescatarian? Boy gets
Blown by coastal rubies
That tingle like fingers
Scooping chilli crumb out
Of sea-blue duvet set and
Announces that God is in
The room. I’ve learned
Prawns can be a breakfast
Food, so what else is new
With you? Spray it on your
Bedroom wall – fibre is
Fucked mate. Owned. After
All I’ve got prawns at home,
Pre-9am wonder worked
By wee funny looking fish
That I had dished up and
Turned me from church
Thinking holy was in your
Mouth. What I’m saying is
Terrorise your local Asda
Cereal isle. Let’s go fight
Each other – you and I
Equipped with two big
Fuck off bricks of dusty
Weetabix best kept as
Deadly weapons and not
For bleary eyes that feel
Out sunrise chimney
Stacks. Who needs sog
When we’ve got seafood –
Turns Monday morning
Azure blue, keeps me
Thinking about you.
There are fig trees and factories 