Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town. Awaiting the prince in het white Capri dynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit queen. She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene, she's learning her lines from glossy magazines. Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams, auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen. Patience my tinsel angel. Patience my perfumed child. One day they'll really love you. You will charm them with that smile. But for now It's just another Chelsea Monday Chelsea Monday! Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London. Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland. Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles. Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause? To Chelsea Monday. She'll pray for endless Sundays, as she enters saffron sunsets. Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn. Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St Tropez mirage. Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose.