Night falls, a mossy, bug-bitten log
The bugs must have been fifty feet tall
Blurring eyes find five cents in a hat.
The sewers reek of dementing pizza.
A mangy rat's blood hits my tongue like Turpin's club.
A child cries for help in the darkness
But my fumbling hands find only worn pavement.
Red light assails my flesh and my bones.
Randy tells me the party is still in swing
Like any good Amsterdam affair.
We are nowhere near Amsterdam.
We are in Pelham, Alabama.
Artemis is so pretty as she stalk the sky
How does she protect her divine maidenhood?
Shouldn't the cowards who stole Jenny away
Because she had buck teeth and a state track medal
Have found her, too?
"Moon go away, I don't love you no more"
The intoxicating cocktails of heaven have gone to vapor
Only cold, barren flames color the night,
Casting an eerie lapis lazuli light.
Jenny's green ghost flies from her unmarked grave
Straight as a bullet.
She is not a ghost to make little K-man wet his pants,
But her expression is still haunting as she asks "Why?"
If that green Djinn comes again,
That Nately's w****,
I swear I'll throw myself to her blinding blade.
Before I can live, I have to die.
Le fait juge l'homme,
And wouldn't Jenny's smile still be bright
Had the asphalt not set out tripwire
And bloodied my drunken hands?
The moon is bright against the mossy night.