Strangers in a Rainy Night

  

  She’s walking down the lane, i saw it. I saw it and my mouth start to salivate, blonde baby, crooked tooth. So lonesome, baking a birthday cake for herself, i wish i had some fingers more to count her years. Blonde head covered, moroccan dress. So lonesome again in the birthday/halloween night. Sleepy girl, i’ll be outside your door, getting rid of the ghosts and goblins.

 Choose very carefully.

Trick or treat?

 Hey blondie, do you think it is easy to hide a body?

I dunno.

Well it is not, bring me one and quickly, i know you can, ever read the Tell Tale Heart? Sharp senses makes wonders. Nice feet yours, spurs do good craved in your flesh, can you guess when i’m joking or, when i’m being just hypothetical, folky girl, may i be the outsider, you’ll decide what to call me.

Call me Tommynocker.

Why?

Call me Langolier.

WhyWhy?

I am the beast that god sends to attack the innocent and the not so innocent. I want to drink the blood of the lovers and the tireds. The blood of the backstabbers, the betrayers and the rascals and the sinners. 

Call me sorts of names, even Legion if you like. You sound rude and rough blondie, but hey, that’s the way i appreciate. Let me light a fire, not a fire fire, i’m talking ‘bout A fire, a big one, to consume you and me. So, you’d found the body? 

Good. Let’s go out.

Do you like music? I’m seeing you do. So, Chopin for us.

Rainy clouds covered up the sunny sky, i’ll open the grave.

OkiDoki.

So, your mamma and dadda spank you every night and thats why you walk so sadly down the lane, and you poisoned then with, oh, i see, a overdose of acepromazine, kinda fair, kinda not. Hear the saxes and keys, that will make you feel better, let’s work now and you’ll cry later, but if you want to hide those bodies better be quickly. Shovel and dirty. The end baby, is already upon us, the end is really nigh.

How d’ya know?

Space and time are not the same, dusk is now here and this tea have absolutely no flavor. Who’s older, you or me?

 We have the same age, depending the flow of time and space, if entropy strikes now, i can run away from this passive matter state, if entropy strikes now, you can have your Nova Baby, remember? The one who put you in the fire and so.

 Pity and love once had the honor seats at my table, now, they’re just despicable and unnecessary. But i wonder when i look at you. Sociopath or just a survivor?

 When i look at you, a lot of questions pop up. May we let the dusk tell us, it’s a lovely, cozy Rainy Night, we can enjoy it.

 Hear the saxes and keys. The end is really nigh, the end is here and now.

 I’m sure that if few people come in here, even fewer go out. That’s why this djellabah is coverd in blood, as your skin, inviting me to lick it as if consequences did not existed.

 You’re a cause and an effect, chaos and order. Iteration and fractal. Yummi and bitter, with or without djellabah.

What is your little secret, little girl?

 Everybody who knows is dead.

Don’t worry ‘bout that, i’m dead already, Langolier, Tommyknocker,  God’s Beast, or the voice of conscience in your head, as i said. I have a lot of names. And, please quote me on that, thank heaven for all the little girls, and thank heaven for the girl who lives down the lane. 

Wow, take easy with this milk baby.

Drink if you think i am beautiful.

  

What was in that turquoise cup, blondie?

 Acepromazine

Lights are fading blondie. Secret secured.

 Good night blondie.

Travel well.