I wish I could get this moan out of my throat.
Nothing soft,
nothing sexy.
A moan to hold on to,
to rock me to sleep.
Nothing warm,
no real lullaby.
A moan that steps on roaches
and pays the rent.
Not a napalm moan,
nothing that sticks to the skin.
A moan that makes babies love their Mothers.
Moan that makes beans taste like steak.
Nothing gory.
Nothing chilling.
Just a moan.
Jackie Warren. Change Chilly to Cold (1975)
