Jim Steranko

Jim Steranko backdrops
You are pop art dots
We’re on patrol, we’re the moral cops
Fingers feel for the tone pots
I was walking in the green
Beyond the gates, caked in mist
And the thin rays
In a bend like cellophane
A lost warp on a second hand door
Now it opens to a different room
This frame will match your organ’s wood

I was walking in the green
Beyond the gates, caked in the mist
And the thin rays
And if you get the jump
I’ll move to the freer pump
If the language is good
He’ll be misunderstood

The bounty’s out, I’m in the bin
Now let’s conclude with a kiss by a car
Waiting on a rug to be pulled
Still in the mood for new love
Keeping Glastonbury free from gators
Tangents explode
Out a classic life narrative
Weak, observational bits in the courtyard
Booth of velvet, let him fantasise

I know you’re worried that your snot
Has crystallised and been spotted on site
On your long sleeve
And if you get the jump
I’ll move to the freer pump
If the language is good
He’ll be misunderstood

I wanna love, blinding me so
I wanna love
I can’t pretend I am an earlier form
Borrowing tips off a comparative fool
Put your money on the line
I wanna be your Mister Klein