over the road the place is in flames

siren and screams music to my ears

time to go before the coppers arrive

for if I'm not careful I'll get ten years

 

baby-sitter she played with my willie

she sprawled yawning on their bed

bare naked after using hard drugs

flames from her matches bright red

 

how often I got my fingers burned

disastrous smell of singeing hair

waking at night for to incinerate a

dishevelled bed and a body bare

 

fresh air was never any good to me

like being burned slow at the stake

smoke and ash meat and drink but

flames are pure icing on the cake

 

behind a stone wall I'm in ecstacy

watching skilled handiwork is king

they dash about at my sole behest

about me they dont know a thing

 

I missed those eras of Nero and the

red bonnets, Dresden storms of fire,

too few conflagrations, give me the

elemental rage of a crackling pyre

 

frantic in my bedroom tied up he

will singe and char and smoulder

I swore I should avenge my abuse

when I grew to be wiser and older