Passage of a familiar facade
feet are feeble and voice tremble
humming some throaty tune in tapping shoes
like a residue of yesterday
parading over those pearly whites!
Right left right left right left right left right left right left
Like Night vision for fish without goggles
And strange back seam stockings
Held by garters and tin metal buttons
Close against trashy whites!
Left? right? left? right? left? right? left? right? left? right?
Retracing steps from the fire
Burning in eyes, hearts and hands
Rings, diamonds, precious things
All fall into sewers eventually
Found by bridegrooms and placed on the fingers
of their brides dressed in the purity of whites!
Right Wrong Right Wrong Right Wrong Right Wrong? right?
I feel like I?ve been trapped in killer beehives
Choking on hairspray, bargain perfumes and lousy fucks
Blue eyecolorings like stained glass chapel windows
Shattering at his voice of tiny greenish suns and moons that orbit the pupil
surrounded in a sea of whites!
Left wrong left wrong left wrong left wrong left wrong?

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