I watched as the ash flaked off your
crimson parachute skirt and met up with
the commoners below Sun valley.

We used my letter jacket to soak up
the blood embers that had fused to my
Thunderbird, and I swear to Zeus, your
father was watching.

As valley police stalked my dreams, I soon
awoke and hid your garments beneath the old
drive in screen.

My movements from then on were strictly machine and maniacal.

My right hand snapped to the left breast pocket
of my crisp leather jacket and I removed my comb and matches.

Daddy's bottle of Johnny rested on the foot of the dash
and Sally Hanfrees body lay draped over the Zantac upholstery.

I took one last look at her shiny ankle bracelet
and followed the trail to her middle with my left index
finger before we pushed my two loves off Shane Cliff.

As the car exploded I looked at my finger that I
had planned on sucking for hours
when I noticed your insides were green.

02/06/2010