Cross-legged on the bed she gazed across the town

her shadow climbed the wall until the sun went down

she bought a china pug it lay there on the bed

and in the paper bag she could just see its head

She was vibrating She was vibrating She was vibrating



and in an adoring pose he shriveled up and died

until his bones were stems upon the grass they dried

and made an alphabet of white upon the green

and it was beautiful and some would say obscene

she was vibrating she was vibrating she was vibrating



and in the demon's hat discolored flowers grew

and they had fleshy stems and fleshy petals too

to slither is divine to multifoliate

she just lost her watch she couldn't concentrate

she was vibrating she was vibrating she was vibrating

she was vibrating she was vibrating she was vibrating