Take Me To The Paradise

Stained glass windows smoked wood tables

The slaves of culture toil by night

The pall of perfumed true confessions

And when the air gets thick as this

You can cut it with a straw

And as the moon hangs over

Waverly they call

Take me to the paradise

Beauty sleeps inside

Drinking in the mezzanine

With millionaires' first wives

Take me to the Paradise

Let me live once more

Greater men have faced these walls

And fallen on the floor

Here the homosexual novelist

Full of rage in 1960

There the coiffured ex-viscount

Watches empty seconds fly

Until the blood clot zeroes in

And grants him immortality again

The moon broke through the hotel curtain

And as you lay asleep, I touched your skin

And it amazed me you were once inhuman

Once you crawled out of your womb

Now we grope our way downstairs

And we don't need

Any fool to drag us there