Letras
You look beautiful still in the cloths
You wear in the photograph
If you saw the missiles that count time
As I have seen them and ride them
I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope
Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon
The hunter lounges beside her studded with petals
Magnifies the valley in the garden of fires
Come with me and take my hand
And walk the gospel mile-wide smile
The head of the face of the grave of heavens
Fear on the tiny smile of silver-flash state
The agonised pain of collision of crescents
The apocalypse girl Chiara in her hat
Sits and talks to atoms and planets
That descend from the trees bending their knees
She calls my name knowing
She's famed for the flowers that pour from her teeth
Sometime before Aquarius
Gave birth to murders in armour
Oh, yeah, camouflage
Before the star of the seas contacted me
When we were still aeons
Long, long times ago
Haunted, I wound string
Haunting them pulled umbilical cords
From lovers' dreams made savage thread
Worshipped bricks or frocks or creatures
Called oh Lord or death or party
Look, the walker is on the grass
Ebony or words for forts
Let's piss-pees on the shadows
The oh the air oh death for us
Rolls like sores over the wreckage
Of minor moons and white electrics
Lectures on despair
Points to the queer queen's toes
In silk or shit or space
In silk or shit or space
In silk or shit or space
In silk or shit or space