the creatures are all smoking
sneering up a blizzard
behind a wall of glass
today again they're drinking
they string up a woodpecker
just to make a rhyme
I zip myself open
the fur coats have all been checked in
Our ball is grand
onstage it dances bent naked forms into art
in our talent show
The swan's solo brings tears to the
eye, streaming down the breast
with a trickle of sweat, meets a sea of drool—makes a delta!
the creatures all are here for
stuffing that one and then that one
into their faces
Creatures know some of the secrets
the worms are cursing.
Just shut the hell up!
I'll zip myself closed to you
Crystal glistens on the fur coats
I'll zip myself open to you
Grease shining on my bare breast