The window is wobbling
Rain no doubt
Four part water, one part poison
I really could do without

You can have my Picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown

Look in the smoking mirror
You're a thinking flame
Into your silence
I'll introduce a straight rain

From Bergamot to Tonka
On a sea breeze of turpentine
A sulfur rose with hammer-dressed eyes
A little light upstairs

At a slumber party poorly lit
A Vaseline moon and would be gems
You sleep on it
You're blinding me with rescue flares

You can have my Picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown