Silent Telephone

The melt in your mouth umami maid Stiff in the bed where she stayed Ready to go but rarely laid Like a longing life of dirt delayed The sour funk of the aftermath Flaring the cheeks of the Wife of Bath Making a kink in the vapid path Like a pacifist with a heart of wrath When the night is done All the creatures go back home Ready to go but so alone Like a silent telephone Like a silent telephone Like a silent telephone The stiff in your hand abrasive man Jumped in his skin when you walked in Ready to go but feeling thin Like a battered beast in a squalid den The sticky sweat of a candy-cane Brushing away the hair in shame Lapping the languid flaccid thing Like a solemn oath pledged in vein When the night is done All the creatures go back home Ready to go but so alone Like a silent telephone Like a silent telephone Like a silent telephone