Sunday, February 24, 2013


Ophelia was a bride of god
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells, the cloister bells
Tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society
Between her cigarettes

And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation over night
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight...
Love was at first sight…

Ophelia was a demigoddess
In prewar Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette
In black satin evening gowns

Ophelia was the mistress to a
Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause...
To wild and shocked applause...

Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone
A goddamned hurricane
Your common sense
Your best defense
Lay wasted and in vain

For Ophelia'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize
And dry your eyes
And help you to forget...
And help you to forget…
And help you to forget…

Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone
Through secret doors
Down corridors
She'd wander them alone
All alone...