The Fire Fell on Monday

Jamie walked in to the party at 7:05. It was cold, and he dressed for the weather. A long, leather snake. Syntyche. The black sky welled arounded the little house, shadowed and painted and sunken. He moved past the door, feeling like the product of pathetic-fallacy; hard and black on the inside, but also lightness and soul. The contradiction hung in the air as well. It stunk like rotten leaves or blue bruises. [The moon was scar tissue.] His last thought before he went in. A long, caesarean section of a smile; Cactoblepas and the day before.1

Inside, it was black in the air. This is a baby's mobile and strung like black pearls around the smoke hung suspened; the doors, fleeting to escape. Jamie made sooty waves with his body as he greeted and met, the people were fishers in the sea. He swam past the founts of smoke; the people were orange stars in darkness strange to touch. Strange to breathe, even. Inside. The noise was a background czech, a fuzz that melded with the walls, became a part of the living apathy. Perhaps it was the scented air. Perhaps not. There was grease on the floor, insoluable and permanent. A person's face. A slice of people. The drug was there, definately. A slice of night. He sat down. Had a drink, a few bites, a slice of people. Perspectives change when the sky rains black.2

The rain is hot.3

The fire fell in welling boils. The black sky split the tab went in the peas were coals the hot heat was there. The fire fell on monday. The tab disolved on his tongue, the fire fell on monday. The fire fell and the sky was gold and red and amber and crimson and vermillion and puce and topaz and carnelian and cerise and indigo and carmine and hot and red and black and orange and fire. And Jamie was gone, gone.4

He looked out what was the window. The frame had melted now, the whole party was just a burnt smoulder-wreckage of bones and smoke. And all there was between the rest of the warm world and the sky's hot head was his little, broken frame. He was gone. But it will be okay; retrotoxin and revenge juice. He'll come back up and up and up then the sky will freeze up and up and up. The sky will freeze up on tuesday.5