FRIGHT WIG CADAVER
This Andy Warhol jig is up : something silver
yet moves. Give me all your chances now.
(The song moves through air, resounding off
buildings, creeping about like a widow in the
dark). I have no understanding of surprise.
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I see you are a proper lass. I see the gentleman
lurking - only those who demand for company.
Silver platters and silver foil, like silver hair, are
mostly unbecoming. I should move away.
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Every so often a mystery - something
serene yet unknown - arises.
I heard some silly girl say : 'when my
serene yet unknown - arises.
I heard some silly girl say : 'when my
bed caught fire, it smelled like a garden.'
I have no understanding of surprise.
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