Kingskirts and Queenscods Lyrics

In blue-walled bedrooms

With poor, painted clouds

I look toward sky

And see only stains

In almond-fringed kitchens

Dry toast is waiting

Margarine, 1963

Wax pears and pain

Insensible saint servant

Unsafe harbinger

Folly held on high

In mustard-draped living rooms

Are boxy TV monoliths

And almost 9 channels

And almost 9 lives

Insatiable subservient

Dirge-worthy minion

Dances by night

In pegboard garages

Are ungrounded outlets

Installed by cousin Max

When he was still alive

Irascible dalliance

Nothing is as valiant

As a liar in pain