dragonfly's outro-esthero
if the world is nearly civilized then i'm the red-haired faerie child of whom the pirates prophesied would bleed songs until the lyrics died, but ive been busy with my unborn child. i sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in. i'm grace jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club eyes on a reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress comfy. i crush their bones into melancholy melodies as gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me. i'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features a jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your mom makes at green eyes i fall to pieces, patsy klein faerie preacher. i'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back smoking anything that'll burn. during intermission, i'm in the club bathroom holed up in a stall praying in earnest for jeff buckley's return thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you. i'm a studio rat, designer geared, toronto kid, hollywood brat bad gal, war child, bookworm, sierra leone activist cat i'm a wikked little grrrl who don't take no back chat unless it's in the dark. i might be in the attics now but a mother fucker just moved out of regent park. but look into my civil eyes, really i'll sing you all some civil lies and take you from your civil lives and show you that i'm civilized... nearly