Smoking Mirror

The window is wobbling Rain no doubt Four part water, one part poison I really could do without You can have my Pica*so 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 a straight rain From Bergamot to Tonka On a sea breeze of turpentine A sulfur 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 Pica*so Please lie down Your funerary nakedness remains Under your successful dress and gown