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