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