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 straight rain



From bergamot to tonka

on a sea breeze of turpentine

a sulphur 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