9 June 2012
Alice Girl, your quick quip name Mistress, hard bitch, villainess Turn you on and play my woes Do it fast or take me slow
Cherry red, your candy shell Protects a body lean and toned Chipped in places, worn and bruised Thrown about for post-punk blues
Cool and dark, your padded home Shaped to fit long neck and curves Secret box with hidden latch For chemicals and leather strap
Thick to thin, your hybrid strings Nine to forty-six pulled tight Razor sharp to bone deep bass Tune you up, give me a taste
Silver chrome, your pots and dials Quarter turn for clean through growl Dust and salt beneath the bridge Grease and scratches, veteran kid
Concise line, your head machine Screwed by inch to perfect pitch Knock you up for thrills and kicks Pull and bend for dirty licks
J. x
Alice Girl • Opuss № I