Pink Hair Club Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Kicked down the rear-view mirror,
speeding down No Regrets Lane,
I'm back in the Pink Hair Club.
When you send all the junk back
to the junkyard, you know then,
anything is possible. Free spirit on the loose!
The wind is driving itself crazy,
blowing through my neon hair;
Opinion shield up-
'cause I've been through the ringer
and pink is therapy.


Picking up the others who did time
At Narc Island and we are having a bonfire
tonight. Gonna roast those {special} exes
and see IF we have time for marshmallows.
We'll throw all the projections that were intended
TO END US,
into the fire. We'll gaze at the beauty
of transformation and warm our iced-over
hearts.