Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer   He was just a normal kid   Blooming, tripping flowing under   Just as I once did      At a 24 hour restaurant   Open to the end of time   He was washing dishes there   When he met brick butterfly      She was a no age singer for a country act   Working at a region ten   She was all strung out on hard street fat   But he didn’t know it then      First a look then a spark   Sound of Velcro in the dark   His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel   She and he laid the stems down flat   In the middle of a field      Brick butterfly had a history   of sleeping with the kitchen staff   She was a hardcore gobbler   and longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap      Suet, tallow, liquid squeals   great mounds of plastic lard   That’s what she got the lad to steal   on the night that he got fired      Aloysius woke at five am   the hungry girl was gone   There was blood in the bedding   forks in the ceiling   And bones all over the lawn      Like any strong young poet would   He packed his bags for region ten   I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then   Yes I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then