10.01.17-Siren

growly voice scotch and cigarettes

give it me hard love

weapons-grade body

you use

expertly

dance floor 

dancing in the sheets

scotch soaked voice 

calls me like  

Ulysses

no wax to save me 

lonely seafarer

under 

spell of the sirens

so

far from home

so

close to hell

Sirens call

I crash into you

again

and 

again

washing

up

on your shores