My gothic furniture, for it bestows
robust velvet upholstery.
From the Brazilian hardwood floors,
to the vaulted ceilings,
the Etruscans would be jealous.
Your own appeal could not afford
this grand piano.
Diamond dust sweeps across the expanse
of the floor.
Follow me into the kitchen…
Come try my curry sauce.
I will drip it out of my mouth.
Pyscho-cosmic chrome helmet,
ruby red adorned hips,
let us play with the new installment
of the motorcycle gang.
We are nearly more then eccentric.