Saturday, June 03, 2006

Fire.

Burn little Fucker, Burn.
Feel the cool, enveloping flow
Of the gasoline.
As you dowse your whiney flesh.
Smile and reach for that pretty lighter.
Oh, so soon. Oh, so close.
Flick. Flick. Flick. Spark!
Whoooooosh!
The flames embrace is strong.
It won’t let you go.
You’ll never be alone again.
Hee hee hee!
But wait!
What is this new sensation?
Ouch! It is Real pain.
Oh! And you thought that heart in pieces
Hurt like a motherfucker.
But real life is far sharper
Than the little dramas
We get to experience
As a luxurious by product
Of our safe little lives.
So, endure.
Burn inside.
Like all fires.
It will leave once it’s fuel.
Has been All Used Up.

6 Comments:

Blogger CowGirl said...

Is someone a bit upset??

Still liked it though! Rock on Rexy baby!

June 3, 2006 at 9:07 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

Statutory warnings?
Sounds like Anne Fines Killjoy.

June 4, 2006 at 8:05 AM  
Anonymous cooper said...

Not my kind of night Rex.

June 4, 2006 at 10:23 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

The drama we impose
as our hearts expose
becomes a sickening lot
We'll not be the same
because of the pain
seems to be all that we've got
But the truth be told
the story is old
We've heard it time and time again
So we should get a grip
and bite our lip
and show a little fucking refrain

June 5, 2006 at 8:13 AM  
Blogger cheesemeister said...

That rocked!

August 5, 2006 at 6:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's a great story. Waiting for more. »

March 17, 2007 at 4:22 PM  

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