while the wine is running over
we spin out of control
rinse diluted red
dances of the dead
stealing every show
while the band played drunken sailor
guests were eating mistletoe
crushed velvet at the table
mocking cain and abel
plastic flowers in a row
and in the darkest night
there were stars in clusters
dizzied by smooth striped tights
well i was flustered.. but i tried
still there must be something melting
aspyxiating fumes of fear
raise the golden curtain
positive uncertain
of what's perfectly unclear
semiprecious crystal teardrops
chiseled from a heart of ston
marled walls of pinkish white
twenty-twenty oversight
misdemeanor silicone
and in the darkest night
there were stars in clusters
dizzied by smooth striped tights
i was flustered
i wish i may i might
yes, i might
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