Cross-legged on the bed
She gazed across the town
Her shadow climbed the wall
Until the sun went down
She bought a china pug
It lay there on the bed
And in the paper bag
She could just see its head
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
In an adoring pose
He shriveled up and died
Until his bones were stems
Upon the grass they dried
And made an alphabet
Of white upon the green
And it was beautiful
And some would say obscene
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
And in the demon's hat
Discolored flowers grew
And they had fleshy stems
And fleshy petals too
To slither is divine
To multifoliate
She just lost her watch
She couldn't concentrate
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
She was vibrating
