Tuesday, September 22, 2009

SOME THINGS I KNOW

A boy engulfed in flames understands,
like a bandit he flees the broken roll cage.

A dirty girl with a British accent moves to Nashville,
a religious town. A welcome sign reads:
Fire From The Lord Burned Among Them.

In church on Sunday she thinks about high school girls
addicted to diet pills and NoDoz. Look how fat I am,
the girl writes next to a doodle depicting obesity.

She writes in the corner of her mothers Bible:
I want to meet someone who has actually lost
their virginity in a candle filled room.

The pastor preaches from the pulpit.
It's all trivial right? A beautiful waste.

Glad to have your company in hell, she thinks.