2. tombs in paradise

Ice in the glass 

Their faces are melting at half past

He fades his cut 

She braids her locks

Brooding in the corner in the dark

I ruffle the cuffs

Fix with a grimace and make it up

Send these two up to the show floor

Table’s been set for one more

I’ve seen these eyes

Tache noir-disguised

Something concealed that appealed to my taste

Son of a past erased

Tombs in paradise

I made one for you

Useless at this price

‘Maldehyde dreaming and digging a hole

We’ll watch the lemons grow

Fleshward the backyard is grooving

Soothing and fragrant and ripe

You know I like

The man was too tight

Groping around for his specs in the sun

No match for a needle gun

Tombs in paradise

I made one for you

Useless at this price

‘Maldehyde nightmares that sway in the breeze

They put the palm in trees