strutting through

walking down the gated road
a costume parade with my kingdom (me dressed as the king of wishful thinking,
mel as the most fabulous fish,
honna as a magpie and
darkhorse as a samhein witch)
strutting through
_______
the magic of a cover band show:
getting to see the breeders and pattie smith
and cheer amongst friends
when sara nails every single note
every gesture
every nuance
when she sings pissing in a river
and every single other patti smith song
_______

the splash of gold glitter
across stoph’s face plus
some big hoop earings clipped
to his ears
_______
the witch that none of us know
joining us at a back table in the dark corner
and we all hold hands in a circle/trance
casting spellwork
and if this is an omen for my new year
i’ll take it
_______
long live the king!!!!! honna and mel get some of the folks gathered outside cbgb
to chant at me in the post-midnight (29th turning into 30th which happens to be my birthday) moment

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