..
we are self
-session (air)guitarist girls,
fusing pillow-songs
about stupid boys
and long hot
Brisbane summers
and all that raining-on-Sunday
longing for some stripy socks.
we’ve got pink and turquoise noise
tutus
and a pen
-chant for playing spin
the bottle with rum
-bled cards and diary locks.
some day,
they won’t even sell us chalk,
but tonight we’ve got our painter’s
favor,
our signature jasmine
tea, and each other’s everything
on the radio to echo our polka
-dots. Mama tried
to tell us to turn it
down
(the whole crazy thing),
but we’re too hopped up on coke
and pixie stix
to hear her through these
poster walls.
..
My Shawna made me a word list, so I threw her a slumber party. 😉
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I am grinning so hard it hurts. 🙂
Faves:
“we’ve got pink and turquoise noise
tutus
and a pen
-chant for playing spin”
“some day,
they won’t even sell us chalk”
“our signature jasmine
tea, and each other’s everything” … plus the whole rest of the way down
I think we need to get on that “turquoise noise tutus” invention idea, like RIGHT NOW. Maybe they have little tiny bells along the skirting. 🙂
This time, I see, “but tonight we’ve got our pa(i)nther’s f(l)avor.”