The boy was channeling the spirits of
Judas and
Jack Torrence
It was to be an insane evening of
debauch and
sin
Smith & Wesson with their friend
Jim Beam
All going to conspire with the boy to raise some hell
-–and he did
He awoke on the Sabbath amid a cloudy head and a fat lip
Memories on the way back like a strobe light on a devil’s carnival
Off and on...
His toes curled as his deeds come back like a muddy
flash flood down a dry
wash
(torrid dirty rush)
The Car. The Fight. The Gun.
He didn’t mean to do it, which the boy thinks is cause enough for
redemption
But it’s not
and now he has a lifetime of
punishment and
regret to look forward to
(for anyone who has been there know they come hand in hand)
And it is true there is
saltwater on his cheeks today, alone, left thinking:
Former friend is dead because it all made pulling a trigger so easy