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
Cinching
Hears it
Rustling and
Rising
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