Pyramid People

The tilt-a-whirl was fun
But aren't you a Christian?
She said, "This is boring."
Then leaned over and kissed him.
The night was alive
Yeah no one was dead
"Let's get fucked up"
She emphatically said.
With no one around
The parking lot hummed
The back of his compact
Moved with the drums
Someone had told them
That when it was dark out
They needed to lay down
To hold onto art house

Why don't we just go to hell?
He said

She looked all bruised
Her face and it's hurt
He wanted to take it
Right down to the dirt
She posed to be meek
He knew it like scripture
Which is to say that
He'd taken several pictures
But as to the whole thing
He couldn't complain
The ball game went on
Even if for the rain
She asked to go home
He just nodded his head
"That's the wrong way"
She timidly said

Why don't you just go to hell?
He said

The driveway in tears
And the helpful little refrain
Coming from the stereo
Beating out at the rain
The pulse of these noises
And their constant repeats
Shoved her out of the car
Right on her feet
She walked to the door
Went on inside
Slammed it behind her
Stopped pretending to cry

Why don't we just go to hell?
She said

Next saturday night
After movie affairs
The jumped in the car
Surrounded by stares
The windows were down
They yelled at the town
There is nothing around
When the windows are down
The hard rock he would play
She would always cringe
They knew all their motions
Knew they would binge
But someone had told them
That when it was light out
They had to keep walking
To get to the lighthouse