Dancing Clockwork Figurine

Porcelain doll with smouldered eyes
China mannequin of true-life size
A dancing clockwork figurine
Delicate motions like a dream
Atop a music box she twirls
Embalmed in mystery, nothing unfurled
Simple enigma left unsolved
Her melody enchants the darkest soul

You’re going to love her, too…

Distorted pin-up with black-hole eyes
Her poetry voiced so sage, so wise
A flame fit for the magazines
A girl who’s never how she seems
Behind a persona she often hides
Introvert in unshy disguise
Simple woman made so complex
By consumerism and by sex

You’re going to love her, too…

You’ll be taken by her charms
Imprisoned in her illustrated arms
A deity of capitalism
Her own alternative hypnotism
You’ll be trapped inside her world
Where every clam contains a pearl
You’ll eat the gift of a poisoned peach
Then lie beside her and fall asleep

You’re going to love her, too…

She is the gift of infatuation
An introvert in isolation
A statue of graffiti culture
An extrovert in naked couture
Destined to become your imaginary friend
You’ll preach her words until the bitter end
Milkshake Miss Anthropy who inside is shy
Outside with coloured wings like a butterfly