Smoking Mirror - LUXURIA

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

Youre a thinking flame

Into your silence

Ill 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 Youre blinding me with rescue flares

You can have my picasso

Please lie down

Your funerary nakedness remains

Under your successful dress and gown