RESURRECTION
Cellophane dreams and latex nightmares
Scaly smooth and phone-pole thin
Terrible, beautiful and sickly sweet
With David Bowie's jagged-tooth grin
Ornamental fantasies
Broken on the tile floor
Love a crystal, hate a stone
Black and yellow to the core
Spandex queen and high pitched chords
Crucifix of microphone stands
A million ways to sell your soul
Hell delivered by god's hands
Ziggy, Alice, KISS me please
Foil shine your candycane lips
Disco mirror ball of faith
Shadows on your stitched up hips
Life a breath exhaled to late
Nothing left now to debate.
copyright: melissa strickbine, january 1999