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