Revenge In the Old Town

I was out of my head with jealousy and booze as I walked out of my mind and into a cave filled with translucent lullabies being chanted by ancient druids in rusting lead lined helmets as they sacrificed a virgin to the god of the harvest and to Hades all the while hoping for rebirth and destruction in the contradicting sacrificial ritual being carried out through the aid of a thin edged long necked knife that casually sliced through her velvet flesh and stained her tattered beige blouse with brilliant crimson blood that ran down the cold stone table that they had lashed her to and my eyes followed the crimson river down a hole in the ground and into a gutter that I saw myself lying in so I climbed inside my head again and dragged myself out of the muck and grime from the daily rat race and kept walking ahead towards where I knew there would be women in revealing clothing with loose morals who would do anything to make a couple of bucks but when I got there the only one that looked appetizing seemed as if she might be a carrier of some sort of venereal disease so I decided a strip bar was more appropriate so I kept walking until I got to a bawdy bar where the girls had piercings in sensitive areas and where if you knew how to ask right you could drink whiskey off their body but after an hour I was lowdown and feeling like scum so I left slightly hunched and met up with my friend Harry at his apartment and he met me outside with a fresh bottle of brandy and Benzedrine that we broke used and abused so we decided that it was time for mischief and mayhem and utter destruction of consecrated grounds so we rushed over to a graveyard where we tipped over three gravestones including a child’s who had flowers underneath it that Harry stole and threw into a trash can we found nearby and then we heard yelling from the grounds keeper saying that he had called the cops and we started running from the old man in tweed when we saw those lights and the heard the siren go beeeewooop that made your body shiver with fear and your legs move faster with adrenaline but they caught us easily enough, them being sober and all, so we found ourselves handcuffed in the backseat of a cop car that smelled like an overdose waiting to happen and as we were being hauled off to jail I stared out the window towards passing lemon yellow lights and I wished I had never thrown those flowers away.