Granite Thinks Back

GRANITE THINKS BACK Yeah those were the magma days - for what it’s worth: Surging up from the inner reaches of the earth To the crust – ‘cos when you’re hot, you’re hot, Just a-bubblin’, turnin’, and a-tossin’ in a hot spot. We joked about bursting out in great hot gushes like real men But didn’t know that we’d be stopped well before then. Giant condom of overburden rocks slowed and stopped us: We cooled off, lost our fire, like old men on a late bus. Then had to wait till the blanket was rent and lost Due to the forces of weathering - rain and frost. At last we were allowed to poke our snout Into the delightful soft landscape, standing out. . . . . . . . . . As granite hills. ………………………………………. NOTE This topic is known as Psycho-sexual geology, or sclerotic erotica.