Body Language - Pete Townshend

Mix it up and make it nice.

Cussed it once and cussed it twice.

Talking chrome and whispering steel.

Escargot and lemon peel.

Body language

Body language

Remove the bandage.

Body language.

Beasting lips.

And private art.

Treat it like an auto part.

Bored, ignored and charred too much.

Now it’s me who’s out to lunch.

Body language.

Knee bone’s let it.

Martian Landing

Body language.

And I, claiming warm welcome

Breast fed

Promises of buss lips.

and then sleep.

dreams of tossing turning

In the market rubble

Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell.

Mouths never speaking

All inferred, deferred.

Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted.

All that’s long gone

Face dancing, body language

Plastic metic flush it harder

a cold medusa working larder

Never try to touch me with out that thing.

It’s far too rusty.

Body language.