Red, blade points knife the air All night he sees it Constellating his thought Acne on a leper Red, blade points disappear Sets its 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 Cant afford, but bescumber, our spunkstiffened 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 ChooChoo ChooChoo, Mama Cursing the rummy cluck ChooChoo ChooChoo, Mama How do you lose your luck? ChooChoo ChooChoo, 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
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