Porn moon

Porn moon

On porn moon, the pepper corn mills have nipples,
the beds, flange flap duvets,
fingernails are hinged to contain lubricant sachets,
the table cloths are thick stitched thigh skin.

On porn moon, ambition knows no errors,
the clever keep their lips closed,
the 2070’s passed without a recession,
this weeks news is a stranger caught bulk buying
breast batches of uranium.

On porn moon, they wake up
with the imprints of swallow legs in their eyelids,
set out mole alarm systems under the lawn.