The Numanoid Channel

Applicant, I am

Clean young flesh

Cubicles, we merge

And me so decent

Lock up my vehicle

Crack my walls

I'm stealing your words

And me so honest

Someone took pictures

Just look at her go

Her presence exhausting me

Like spectators we are

I have no address

Who are you

Kiss my arse goodbye

The show grows rusty

Simulate phone call

Face to face

Newspaper loose talk

You wreck my dreams

Exhibit 'A' God

So few of us left

Exhibit 'B'God

The problems of death

Old sex, unclean

Do you need the moon?

Recall no names

Don't ask 'How are you?'

Where's my attendant?

And where is my wife?

Wait in the doorway

While I say goodnight

He looks like me

(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet

Exhibition