Girlfriend

Where's the gristle of grass when you seek it?
Where's your feet crushing straws?
Where's my hand tight-wrapped on your waist?
And your struggling, scratching paws?

Where do I look now?
Graves to be dug.
Hair to be smelled, more
Applicants to hug.

Vacancy's been advertised
CVs storming in
I can tell a girl by the cover
And some touch and sting

Tick, tock, point, lock
Shoot, slot, leave to rot
But the little that I fiddle
with is a promising lot

Don't get mad, don't be far
Don't be wasting a scar
Don't be early and don't be late
though losing out you are