Clem Snide _ Ghost of Fashion

 

joan jett of arc

 

she fixed me a dinner
of sunflower seeds and Ready-Whip topping inhalers
and take me down south with Hall and Oates in her mouth
my first love, my joan jett of arc

and my black heart was heavy
her mom's cougar was fast
as little pink houses were whistled
and it was all you can eat at the sizzler that night
my steak burning joan jett of arc
my steak burning joan jett of arc

and the shopping mall and roller rink
all dimmed their lights
cicadas and crickets were silent
and the train track like stitches
skidding bicycle tires
as i slipped in my joan jett of arc
as i slipped in my joan jett of arc
as i slipped in my joan jett of arc
as i slipped in my joan jett of arc

and the birds that were crushed
once had air in their bones
as oil was refined in her honor