Been lonesome two years since she disappeared I'm at the park where she was last seen a vast green clearing wrapped up in maple trees spilling the morning rain from their leaves I used to walk here with a girl seventeen at the time mistress of seventeen smiles sublime with flaming locks of red in autumn and burning locks of orange in the summertime we were solemn and awkward that last night together she laid by my side staring into starless skies black as fallen angel feathers I stared into the forest pretending not to see the hangmen she was hiding in her eyes of serpent green she said there was another I refused to believe her I'd thought we'd kiss till our tongues tied together all my loving memories became scenes of frenzied slaughter my hands became cruel talons as they moved to destroy her - her neck broke like a toy in a careless child's grip my tears rained down into dead eyes and splashed upon her lifeless lips I put her in the ground like a flower here I am standing in that same spot today where my angel's empty shell last laid and as my tears began to well up once more I see a path into the treeline that I'd never seen before I follow it down into a ravine find a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch tree subtle echoes of her voice speaking words I've never heard but the way she hissed her "s"'s it just had to be her I smell honeysuckle then opium two of her signature scents I pull aside all the thistles and vines and mesmerized I make my descent as I crawl further inside the light slowly dies and the dirt begins to feel like her skin I tremble as I drag my fingers down the walls caressing her sweet flesh again I'm sliding down trying so hard not to fall slipping on the blood that's seeping from the walls then suddenly I'm surrounded by a thousand of her eyes bathing the tunnel in a strange green light the eyes show me pictures like ghostly television screens all her thrashing final struggles and her ravaged corpse serene the tunnel is closing behind me pressing me further and further down I'm being swallowed by her earth and consumed by her ground the end is moving into sight I gasp and I scream as I see her lovely mouth five times the size of me her lips curl into a grin around her crooked gnashing teeth I'm pulverized and devoured in the jaws of a girl seventeen
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss.
It was a big wet, slippery kiss.
And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen.
As he looked out over the audience he said,
"God bless you, God bless you one and all."
Then he took a can of Ronson lighter fluid
and he squirted it over the top of his head.
And proceeded to light himself on fire
as he stood there glowing and said,
"Remember this day."
