raver
The one with the pink hair
and the Hello Kitty backpack
dances around tribal fires
made of neon lights
to turntables spinning heavy
bass lines like gravity
spins the planets.
She takes magic potions
and gyrates in honor
of the gods of fertility,
while the medicine man
behind her
feeds her lines
of crushed crystal
composed of stars
and cleaning fluid.
she grinds her jaw
pupils widen to black holes
to take it all in,
bracelets made of teeth
raising hands in exaltation
till the cops break it up
and her friend's hold her hair back
due to, to many libations.
and the Hello Kitty backpack
dances around tribal fires
made of neon lights
to turntables spinning heavy
bass lines like gravity
spins the planets.
She takes magic potions
and gyrates in honor
of the gods of fertility,
while the medicine man
behind her
feeds her lines
of crushed crystal
composed of stars
and cleaning fluid.
she grinds her jaw
pupils widen to black holes
to take it all in,
bracelets made of teeth
raising hands in exaltation
till the cops break it up
and her friend's hold her hair back
due to, to many libations.