The Ballad of Bebop's Beauty

By CausticChlorine

Once upon a time and all that jazz,
there was a hard candy rocker,
with a voice of black licorice,
spun up in knots like a locker.

Bebop hid away sugared sentiment,
Bittersweet, the candy bowl beast,
Singing of love lost and longed of,
On her songs the public would feast.

A taste they never stood for long,
from one to one and on and on,
she moved along, bass in hand,
over marshmallow hills long gone.

Off to find a forever she’d don,
And over caramel rivers she’d go,
Searching for somebody
like the powdered sugar snow.

From ditch to dive she searched and strived,
plucking her pieces at beck and call,
her fine tuned voice sucked through a sour straw,
Chords rough with a sharp south drawl.

Ragged as sugar crystal mountains tall,
and while the seasons and scenes
all move along in summer to spring,
her songs are all she means.

She has no news to tell,
no matter how far she’s traveled,
one to one and on and over,
city to towns all graveled.

Off the rocker went along,
in search of forever and a day,
Hardly weary, but hardly sweet,
And she always sang away;

“Don’t care what they say baby,
I know you understand,
Only life I ever wanted was the stage,
And the band.”

Till sometime came,
She don’t know when,
But a woman fell to earth
And she started a trend.

Something spastic, something fantastic,
Elastic rubber spandex and glitter trash,
Neon lights lit her name across the candyland,
Singing about some old space-time crash.

With bombast and techy beats,
Each high rise a shame filled tryst,
Drum machines ticking timeless,
The microphone her extended wrist.

It got the grunge girl raving,
About this alien she’d been hearing,
Seeing and seen on every magazine,
So sugary pop sweet, her voice got clearing,

“When you fell from the stars,
Glamourous stranger,
With yer silver lipstick, guitars,
And earth needed a savior.

You got a girl thinking,
She needs a lady in latex,
With blue skin, drinking
In all the sin of yer sex.”

Banging out new hits about her,
Trying to catch her ears amidst
Every other lust silly singer
Riding off her dopamine mist.

Sometime again, Bebop wouldn’t know when,
She found a face in her crowd,
Screaming like she knew every line,
Screaming like she wasn’t half so loud.

Was it blue and silver,
Or all the tones of flesh
Pastel that she knew so well,
A trick of the lights and dark mesh?

Time went and time passed,
careers walking just by the other
no intersecting till maybe a year
out and she got an offer, softer;

softer than her usual. 
"Hey Bea, some guy 
in silver's got a gig 
about that diva fly.

Told him you'd think bout it,
but they want you to lip 
some old hit you penned,
I thought you'd flip!" 

Lip singing a song about nothing,
sure seemed a waste of a big face, 
in some ritzy glitz stage venue, 
but with some plotting in place,

and a sucker for a head
at the thought of sharing space 
with the spacy spandex girl, 
she went ahead without a trace.

Prep for months, a pep in step,
a pep in place. Bebop went on
business as usual and set alive
her set on the night of her con.

Started off sweet, got the intro going,
with some no names and old names to
get the crowd rolling. Truth be told, 
they just wanted more time for sound crew.

The pop punk swirl was strange, 
deranged enough to work but not enough,
to make Bebop play air instruments,
and wag her lips without sound to be tough. 

No sign of the extraterrestial goddess, 
maybe a surprise entrance?
Though the mixed genre meetup had her coined
the star of this new millenium dance. 

So she waited till they said to head up,
watching acquaintances sent off stage, 
playing the best they had in years,
cause they didn't really play in the cage.

Emerging from backstage with the band,
every instrument and vocal set to ruin 

this fad of a rock show,

all the lights went out and then,
then a hand gripped hers, now stolen in tow.

Then they were on again, 
No Bebop to be seen,
so the band shrugged and played without her,
because they saw the crowd turning green. 

Where did she go? Well, nobody knows,
but if you pay the right eyes, 
they'll say that she flied off
right into the bruised sunset skies

on the back of some modded out
metallo xenon motocross bike, 
confused to all hell, 
with a girl that she liked. 

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.
Copyright 2017 CausticChlorine
Published on Thursday, November 30, 2017.     Filed under: "Fantasy" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Based off a few lines from the comic Band Versus Band. Got me thinking of a silly, cheese fest of a story. Need to rework some eventually, but here, have a draft.
Log In or Join (free) to see the special features here.

Comments on "The Ballad of Bebop's Beauty"

Log in to post comments.
  • Drea On Thursday, November 30, 2017, Drea (1521)By person wrote:

    If this is a draft then...damn. This was colorful and out there. It's probably just me, but I got this Ziggy Stardust vibe. I loved every drop of this. It just kept going and I didn't want it to stop.

  • CausticChlorine On Thursday, November 30, 2017, CausticChlorine (107)By person wrote:

    Actually yeah! The creator of the comic said that the lines she'd made were based heavily on the song, like it was BVB's world equivalent of Ziggy Stardust. Specifically, these two pages. I would recommend the comic, if this much catches your interest.

  • Drea On Thursday, November 30, 2017, Drea (1521)By person wrote:

    Thanks! I will most definitely be checking that out. I'm always on the hunt for new comics.

  • CausticChlorine On Thursday, November 30, 2017, CausticChlorine (107)By person wrote:

    I'm always reading, so I try to keep a new flow of comics coming in. Especially since some of my favorites are ending.

Contribution Level

Poets Bookmarking This Work
CausticChlorine's Favorite Poets
CausticChlorine's Favorite Works
Share/Save This Post

Join DarkPoetry Join to get a profile like this for yourself. It's quick and free.

How to Criticize Without Causing Offense
© 1998-2019 DarkPoetry LLC
[Join (free)]    [More Poetry]    [Get Help]    [Our Poets]    [Read Poems]    [Terms & Privacy]