By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 2 June 2000
Hyperactive Peach Girl
take me to your zine
tie me to the words
scream
FIRE
FIRE
FIRE
in the theater of the absurd
blurred are the lines
not white and neat and cut just so
like quality coke
I spoke to my shadow about you
and it told me to do the same dance
I've been dancing since I was new and green & gold
cradling the future in my hands
and dropping it to wipe my nose
I rose up and challenged the dawn
to a duel
but then I got bored
and thought it would be a whole lot cooler
to turn my back on the dawn
and connect the dots
in the night sky
I am dancing the same dance
like a gypsy
like the wind
like the letters you send
and never see again
I am telling the same tales
like Scheherazade
like Lucy from "Twin Peaks"
like the woman in an asylum
who only speaks
with her eyes
in a catatonic trance
you're my Peter Pan
you're my Huck Finn
but I can't be Wendy
or Becky
because they grew up and moved on
and missed out on a lot of great shit
so I'll fly with you
and float with you
walk the edge
with you
and
shrug
it
all
off
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