Red, blade points knife the air

All night he sees it

Constellating his thought

Acne on a leper

Red, blade points disappear

Sets it's blackness, glistening

Curling and winding through grip mangled fingers

Bristling and glittering, no nothing else lingers

Gleam away, little brute, gleam away

Gleam away, little brute, gleam away

As if after waving Capon claws over ashes

A single talon should lower and silently plow

He carves the ghost mascot the length of his skin

Stilettoed without interruption

The body including the face on a bed in the dark without interruption

He imagines he feels it tugging and clinching

Hears it rustling and rising with the naked intaglio-lifting free of its flesh

Silently prowling from window to window

There is no nothing else

There is no nothing else

Flip was a charmer and so was I

Zip was a devil and so was I

Can't afford but bescumber, our spunk-stiffened-tresses

As we stroll in the glut, trimmed in frilly and furs

Tell us apart, we can never die

Tell us apart, we can never die

Fluffed and the fluffer, fluffing goodbye

Arm and arm, arm and arm in our feathers and blood

Choo-choo, choo-choo, mama, cursing the rummy cluck

Choo-choo, choo-choo, mama, how do you lose your luck?

Choo-choo, choo-choo, mama, in the dark lopping off all interruption

How do you lose your luck?

How do you lose your luck?

Red, blade points knife the air

All night he sees it

Constellating his thought

Acne on a leper