i fell so hopelessly in love with a freckle-faced dalek
she was sitting in the park on a swing farouche alone
yet we got chatting and one thing naturally led to the other
so we rolled into a nearby quarry
where she plugged the scintillating us into a pylon
we mind-melded moons stars power-stations and suns
please don't feel envious of our cosmical abandon
or this most unique slap-and-tickle trippy phenomenon
for this e.t didn't wish to phone home..
she moved in with me
and things were wonderful for a while
yes occasionally she earnestly shot people's heads off
kind of endearing actually
i affected not to notice
well they say love is blind
after all she ignored my silly elastic skin
my strange pores and what she termed my louche pacifism
such an unspoken tender idyllic understanding blossomed
we reached out for the most sensualist transmundane draw
bodice-ripping barbara cartland sci-fi booty-call and more..
the twitching of the sans net-curtained windows
caterwauling nosey neighbour trolling
ding-dong meer cats door-mat mythologising
their aghast goggle-eyed lurid smirkings so unbecoming
how will this affect property prices mohammed
what will the estate agents think
atavistic kitchen sink moralist effrontery
sawn-off cabbage-fangled ferret-tadpole hobbity
never an empathetic thought offered
for her biomorphic davrosian psychopathology
as so effortlessly she floated nonchalantly on by
like a flake advert only with a killed people admixture
'twas still fairly classy though
and we all have our own issues don't we
beam in your own eye..
when she whispered exterminate in bed
her buttons twirled ultramarine catherine wheels
her head span 360
the ceiling fluoresced and iridesced bellatrix tropical fish starlight
hot ectoplasm dripped over burnished steel
have you ever seen a dalek orgasm in high-heels
the high-heels were ruined but oh..oh the memories
she popped my love-making-with-an-alien cherry..
she left skaro on a sabbatical
she hid her saucer 'neath an abandoned bouncy castle
she sucked up noodles through her nozzle
but she didn't like biscuits
neither do i
she described herself as a flexitarian vegan
because she mostly eschewed paltry human beings
what a relief
so you can see why we had so much in common
it was fate or something like..
the dalek equivalent of barry white music
wafted from her woofers
the loose living ever enveloping
illicit polyester duvet/rare metal sheet loving
almost every week i was phoning in unwell
so at twilight i could read her my poems
while she pertly upskirted wheelie bins
and lasered garden gnomes and passers by
she dropped olives in my mouth
as i stroked battery acid on her thighs
she tore off my hazmat suits
all strewn carelessly on bewildered neighbours' plastic-palace roses
what's not to like..
inevitably i suppose
you know how these things go
the cracks first started to show
first on the walls then by the fused wiring
after she exploded the washing machine
a wayward experiment in tantric appliance canoodling
the damage wasn't covered by insurance alas
as i didn't have the foresight
to take out fully comprehensive lustful-dalek damage cover
my bad not hers ~
my dimpled dappled whirling phase-shifter lover
another time she tore off the cooker lining wore it like a tiara
all very f. scott fitzgerald
i fell so hopelessly in love
so mesmerised as i stroked her ribbon-banged bangled bevels
couldn't help myself..
anyway
we broke up after a silly argument
the knock-on-effect of her untamed hormonal diode-net
i caught her lap-dancing saucily beneath a belisha beacon
seduced by its brazen winking halterneck flirting light
i admit as she stopped traffic then and there
for she found the essence of its orb so rare
my jealousy weaselled away unprepared
how dare she flirt with an inanimate object
i didn't understand at the time..
so it was with a teary but amicable end
i waved her farewell as her saucer lifted
i receive a telepathic postcard from her once in a while
last heard she's living with a lunar lamp-shade-puffin
and an outlaw band of procyon sasquatch munchkins
pirating turkey-rooster orgonite tankers near the badlands of orion..
oftentimes i daydream about her fondly
her electroshock so foxy
i yearn to join her amazing escapades
racing her light-ship of anthracite
she took the bouncy castle with her
now floating upside-down on a martian river
out there somewhere she's repurposing pylons
and lassoing meteorites..
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