Moonlight on My Penis

wheat fob dog
grandly splattered
we write that scene
but we can’t come back in the fall
we found out
he had boobs of gold
we believe gramps gets hard
he’s the king of the man
now the squire’s getting hot
he’s older than scrod
grandpa’s friend Tony in a rocker
he could be almost anywhere

sickened voices in the air
dancing in the moonlight on the quay
I found moonlight on my penis
picking berries for the wanderer
pictures of the scythe 
laughing as we’re going mad
I’d like to improve
flash forward to the rain
doves are an engagement
Mike, can you see the truth
hang off a mountain
blubber in the sun
asking the mice to be our guest
dancing in the toothpick scene
picking on nerds with the herb