Lucifer's Sheartail Hen
Seven short years, drafting
His wind storm one after
The other, cliches frozen
Not a he but a him-them
Yearning, yearning, burning
Bees swarm, buzzing
With lockjaw sin-drone
Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding
Ten years later, salivating
Over Andrew Bird wannabees
Tweeting geek chic buzz words, spinning
Rhymes, but it’s her turn, turn, turn,
Turn the tables- DJ
Her mind onto paper plane songs
Bye. Hi, Miss America whyyyyyyyyyy... not?
Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding
A wood is a wood is a wood
No matter the attitude of the latitude
And would you have it any other way?
Your inability to lie is a liability, so they say
But narcissistic melodies follow
Codependent harmonies and
How well do you see in the dark?
Hip-hop-hippy
Hip-hip-stop
Hipster hang-over, dryyyyyyyyyy
Mud in your eye, heaving
Hip-hip-hippy
Hop-hiccup
Hipster heart-ache, tryyyyyyyyyy
Clouds in the sky, bleeding
Hummingbird wings beating to
The rhythm of infinity...
Torpor, torpor when the nights grow cold.
Tuck in that purple gorget,
Your white shines bright
But not like moonshine reflections
Off Mexican sand dunes.
© Copyright 2019, Joanna Brown
No comments:
Post a Comment