Bonnie & Clyde from Little Films by Vanessa Peters & Ice Cream on Mondays

stripes of colors on the flowers
and we are loading up the car
you got a backpack and i got a handbag
and we are trading barbs
about the evolution of a heavy language
and where the words come from anyway
and I find I’ve swallowed the sun
I’m exploding with this April day

and maybe with just enough help
and the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene
tell me where your loyalty lies
in your poetry or your prose
cause around here only film stars are national heroes

and the eels are singing loudly
track one on a homemade mix tape
I’m hanging my head out the window
I’m scaring little old ladies with their mouths agape
as we fly past at the speed of song
making more noise than we have the right
it’s a small town, there are laws against this
but we’re singing, they blink, and we’re out of sight

and maybe with just enough help
the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene
it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde
but we won’t make it if we keep laying low
and around here only film stars are national heroes

and this sunburn, it is my souvenir
of a day lived outside the law
this soft sweet kiss, this hand in mine
the winter that we thought would never thaw

and maybe with just enough help
and the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing that scene
it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde
but we won’t make it if we keep laying low
and around here only film stars are national heroes

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