To the Sandals

From your grace
The sadist fails their red blade
A-rallying, tallying
Each head in each fog town
Thought must I really lust?
Or knelt at the furless pulpit
The harrying, carrion

Nightmare
You dreamed it, you dreamed it

So take the words of your tragic fight
And dance them down to that new club
All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out
Long nights, are you smelling them now?

Lights all closed, whole cities lock you out
With the magnates and the pigeons
Yet you, my love, extend your hand
Even when I'm stuck nowhere in my van

Nightmares
You dreamed them up, you did

So take the words of your tragic fight
Dance them down to that new club
All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
Long nights, are you smelling them now?

To the back teeth
To the front teeth
To the split tyres
To the penthouse

To the juice shack
To the lair back
To the packed mass
To the milk deal

To the wax seal
And the clean up
And the cut eyes
And the clogged ear

To the stair talk
And the dark feel
To the cracked heel
To the sandals