Windows rattle with contempt
peeling back a ring of dead roses
Soon it will rain blue landscapes
leading us to suffocation
The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick
and legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles


What about her? The wages of sin
What about him? He's getting closer
And what about the bells?
Nipples licking the clouds


Everyone is standing in boxes
pulsating with the silver needles
I've got no name or box to stand in
leading me to suffocation
give of fire from her throne
beltching cloak/Electra


What about her? The wages of sin
What about him? He's getting closer
and what about the bells?
Nipples licking the clouds


We were made to fill our shoes with clay
to sleep on river beds
I awoke/Electra descending
mounys the bridal gown of Jocasta
windows rattle with contempt
peeling back a ring of dead roses


What about her? The wages of sin
What about him? He's getting closer
And what about the bells?
Nipples licking the clouds

Electra Descending - R.Williams

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