the fairy

somewhere on the corner of some streets
crossroads that have now become trendy
19th st, lexington, s. van ness

i remember your red lips, red hair, black boots
piercings holding your face together

i thought you were beauty
queen as the sun shone down on victorian
rooftops, velvetten rabbit smoke
of a hookah

as i walked to work as the waitress
of some seedy shady kitchen
in black and white

meet me at midnight under the street lights
some queer punk rock band, we forget who we
were, where we came from, as children
on our old fashioned bikes
you told me not to ride so late
all the way to you
but the other women do it
we knew
it was somehow safe in dyke-ville
gender twisted, dangerous drug-ville
with my lids heavy with eyeliner
castor oil in our hair
we liked it greasy

all of a sudden dating people we would never really know
in the straight world, the other world, a country out there
separated from reality and existence and a world
i still crave, god-damn
it's freedom massive mad freedom
removal from childhood
repressive depressive childhood
womanhood freed out there
in those mission streets

women in mens trousers and tightie-whities stuffed with socks
drawing on mustache is only an image
unreal but so real
not how we lived but what wasn't too far-fetched from that reality

don't mock your song about some girl
you silly little
simpleton vaude-villean

because its so liberating you could only be so lucky

and although i am the only one of us who knew
you with your boys pulling me llike glue

hanging on to that country
sweet twang betty in her black boots
it's soooo true
i couldn't put two-and-two
but it wasn't the same and i didn't always follow you
though fearful, afraid to let go now
it would be too far to go with you
down a tunnel of a forced destiny
when i wanna wear my glasses and write poetry thats beautiful
and drink wine from a goblet
in my victorian gown and button down gloves