by jessie mccarty
CELTIC FAIRIES REWRITE WEEKND SONGS IN VIRGO X-1 GALAXY
fairy rings (image found on Tumblr somewhere by the author, turned into a gif by LB)
Bolten brash and blustering they all did swoop,
screeching in lulls of honey Charcoal and heeding–
do they grab the aux.
The people burst
held their lungs in baskets battering the edge of Messier.
Their reverb, like sand, is subtle.
You would hardly know it’s there or That it works.
The Gaelic blame it on, aos sí
Fairies of the wetern sea. Tiny prickly arms carrying twelve thousand mystic radios.
The aos sí’s own genre is their Alien child
It plows their own scores
Muffle bridges and the chorus smog
then a Smog break, and another Smog break
Instrumentals remain, caress of a lonely winged mother’s touch
And we do all touch.
“Trie too put you in the wherst moods ahaaaa
Peest unnnnnne kleiner than Ya churned shoes aha
Millias pointas two wert ya huh
sssstttaaaaaa r r r r boioiii”
another tune as such.
apocalyptic, mythic and optic
a run don’t stop it
bolsten glitzy and heady touch.
gold dust in the wood body
jessie mccarty (they/them) is a writer exploring the mystic and the modern. Company member of runaways Lab theater, you can follow them on Instagram @noncommittalprose and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/writing_bagel