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.