For her, I'll go to Mars
And name the desert Lustig
And the highest point Mt. Darlene
But this doesn't matter--
Right now she's gone
And this is really an impossible situation--
One night once she was in my room, she really was
There was some risk to our lives
But we slept together like madmen anyway.
We had money and we spent it,
In fact we had the world,
So we used it up.
The world gone we stood side-by-side
On a summit high on the fact that we didn't care,
Not about anything except each other.
And in the morning she went out into the desolate world
And she never, never came back.
So, Darlene Lustig, gone a year, feared dead and all that,
I, a useless guy using up his useless life, get this:
I get a phonecall from HER at 4 A.M. and that was awhile ago
And I STILL haven't seen her but at least
I have a real reason to live.
So, here's the prayer:

Darlene Lustig, protector of the defeated,
Raped in a jail, victorious for all time,
Pray hear us.
Except for you we'd be dead from suicides,
Except for you we gain new strength
>From the promise of your kiss.
Because, Queen of Everywhere you belonged to us once
And Darlene Lustig, you WILL belong to us again.

And this fraudulent weather is so sad
This happy day so fake.

Copyright 2002 Darius Smith.