i shot carol vaughn the year of some goddamned animal
precisely in the early morning of an all rosès august fifteen
a chinaman would confirm the foul beast for such faithless year
and provide an array of morbid details to feed the imaginary
of the gluttonous bunch ever unmollified with these sort of affairs
likewise someone of trust could conjure up more ready ingredients
on the matter _enter here your doting yoga instructor priest
or friendly impostor at large anyone to get it better in stride
like it was in my fortune cookie plain as daylight
tuesday it read the hour was 6:06:06 _
she had no chance and i couldn`t miss_
we lay to love embraced with fire
inbetween not a shadow
feeling not the heat of darkness suffocate us to one last sigh
and fade to nothing
nothing is gonna save me
though i was up before the hour by forethought
i shall never tell the truth
i shot carol dead when she turned up to look as she was laying in bed
she saw me holding her twentytwo carbine in my hands and said –no
emil don`t do it- i raised the gun took aim and shot her bang in the head
it was thrust back and away and bounced straight back to its sky dig
with eyes half shut disparate
i tried to close them with my hand but they stayed as they were
and her body shook violently for a bit with gurgling sounds
and heavy breathing before returning to silence
then a thin stream of blood appeared out of her right nostril
and ran above the lip on the side of her face
and a trickle of blood runneth out of her ear unto the bed
one last out of her right eye stopped at her cheek midway
like a crimson tear…farewell
and i can say i have fared well like hell
the rest can be surmised by news reports made public or hearsay
nothing and never
hell`s gonna miss me gehena shall turn me to dust
