She is on the cover
Of a magazine
And he looks like the cover
Of a fashion magazine
They’re flicking through
The A4 pages
Tearing out what they see
Green gold
Red blue
Cheeks
Pretty pretty
As can be
He’s as pale
As paper or bone
And it could be said
That’s just his skin tone
She’s been sunbathing
Now she’s the shrivelled one
Crying out to the sky
WHAT THE FUCK
HAVE YOU DONE
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
Yeah, what have I done?
He’s blowing
Smoke rings
All around me
And she’s buying
Pretty things
So she’s all
I see.
Skinny dinners
This temple is lean
Sleeping in the bath
Pulp is glowing clean
She’s on the cover
Of a magazine
He’s on the cover
Of a magazine
Sun gods hit hot streets
Necks craning, heads high
Walk through
Walkthrough
But know sun gods,
It’s only mine
And the eyes of the sun
Who are watching you
I think you know
What I mean
Stuck on the cover
Of magazines.
