One Every 24 #39

That One Night He Flamed up in Knuckles

and the blood running down his face was just
a reminder of everything he'd forgotten to lose
on his way there, the feeling of being cut
loose through the void of Saturday night

's alright for fighting, so the song says and the grainy
movies played out across his youth had shown him where
beer waited on bathtub ice and the boom box brought
in to reel around cassette after cassette of heavy mayhem,

he decided she just wasn't worth it. How else was he to piece
this escape together, the whys behind her after hours invitation
to the cheap motel room party where they could lock eyes a little
longer before the wasted dimmed out with dawn and left them

alone. Pulling up into the space right outside the door, eighteen
and wearing his leather and having his long hair grabbed
before he'd even dropped leg two out of the car, and kicked
three or four quick shots by some other high school's

resident stoner badass who'd mistaken him for a different
rival. He'd thumped the greasy kid's rage off with the door
fell back into the seat and dropped the Charger into reverse
(never even took the keys out the ignition)
burned serious rubber and began laying plans

for that one night he flamed up in knuckles

and the blood running down his face was just
a reminder of everything he'd forgotten to lose
on his way there, the feeling of being cut
loose through the void of Saturday night

's alright for fighting, so the song says and the grainy
movies played out across his youth had shown him where
beer waited on bathtub ice and the boom box brought
in to reel around cassette after cassette of heavy mayhem,

he decided she just wasn't worth it. How else was he to piece
this escape together, the whys behind her after hours invitation
to the cheap motel room party where they could lock eyes a little
longer before the wasted dimmed out with dawn and left them

alone. Pulling up into the space right outside the door, eighteen
and wearing his leather and having his long hair grabbed
before he'd even dropped leg two of the car, and kicked
three or four quick shots by some other high school's

resident stoner badass who'd mistaken him for a different
rival. He'd thumped the greasy kid's rage off with the door
fell back into the seat and dropped the Charger into reverse
(never even took the keys out the ignition)
burned serious rubber and began laying plans