Wired Skin of Drinking Straws

Asbestos eyes and death breathe mist
The midgets gazed and hissers hissed
With craned up necks and speckled flecks
Of the frayed edged parchment of the hex

Her nose was upturned slightly with an air
Of snobbery, carried with out a care
For she was dainty as a whor
With wired skin of drinking straws

She once carried dresses of stiff polka dots
And travelled to Paris with her book of snapshots
Her hair would rustle and her washing line dance
With odd socks and vests and striped underpants

But once a man, with a pasted moustache
Kissed her and caressed her preened eyelash
And it was like she was cartwheeling around and around
As if she was squealing without making a sound

Her lily was strangled, her youth taken too fast
She tried to ignore the hex of her past
But the rain came and the concrete heaved
Past stained tissues and snot filled sleeves

The polka dots faded and the panty hose ripped
She soon became a failure-burnt out and wrinkle lipped
Her eyes turned from honey rivers to glass
This the façade she carries, her Viennese mask

Asbestos eyes and death breathe mist
The midgets still gaze and hisser still hiss
With craned up necks and fleckled specks
Of the frayed edged parchment of the hex