The Arsonist
he was there just like before
my mind wandered
as he gazed
out the window
as traffic approached
he opened his jacket
retrieving a pack of cigarettes
Winston's his favorite brand
he would tap the butt
on the table top
suddenly he took out a match book
revealing the red stick
igniting the tobacco flashes before me
as screams evolved my space
a man a match a blaze
my eyes wide shut
as he controlled the town with his
hands sirens sounded amidst
mayhem chaos and confusion
he had killed again
forcing me to witness
his wrath once more
one man one match one blaze
he had captured me now
there was no turning back
this I knew full well
he would end my life
why if I ever tell
why that would be revealing hell
suddenly his eyes turn to coal black
the darkness covered the diner
as men played pool gathering sticks
and cubes my mind wandered
my eyes watching the match
meanwhile the gravity began to pull me
from a standing position leaning
against a bathroom stall
i had heard the plot the plans
the wretchid toiling of souls
thee arsonist drooled over pages
blue prints and eviction notices
that read code enforcement
his finger tips were thick full of fungus
i arose from a stand still when he announced
the demolision of a rotten hotel
claiming his insurance taxes
surely the tenants would pay dearly
on this autumn day he collected dynamite
copper wires and lot's of mud and puddy
destruction would occur from a single match
souls began to reach for me one by one
the counting of 8 lives to perrish on this date
fearless he approached the workers you you and him
i remember thinking oh how grim
one man sitting with two eyes of dark coals
one man one match 8 souls
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