Skin glowing with heat on a Summer beach. It made her doze off. It made me doze off.

I awoke because she was punching me.
“What is it?”
“Stop shaking the balloons!”
“What balloons?”
“I see the pizza. It’s in the wall.”

Of course she was dreaming. I managed several seconds of pondering about what kind of story could involve shaking balloons and pizza hidden in a wall. Then I was distracted by other thoughts.

I had a melancholy thought about tea pots. We were so comfortable on this beach, but we had no knowledge of the future. There was no telling what might happen. Trembling with apprehension I thought of the possibility of beings from another planet showing up, hovering above the beach in a trendy spaceship, and bringing a tea pot. They might show us a tea pot, and smile viciously because their tea pot is so much more superior to any of our tea pots. Bloody expletive! I scanned the sky with a mind filled with worry and distress.

No, our tea pots are quite alright, aren’t they? I mean, it’s still okay to have our tea pots, right? I think so. I think it’s still pretty okay to have our tea pots. I think it’s still pretty okay.

Ever danced with the devil by the moonlight?

Lucifer walks the beach of Galway

The track of a cloven-hooved bi-ped

Arrived just in time for New Year

Rents an apartment, hires Chinese

Dusk sets in, Lucifer stares outside

The sea is mildly wild, quietly upset

Lucifer tosses away the cold rice

Wanders out to a hellish nightclub

Takes a young girl back to his place

Drives away the depression of it all

In the morning locks the bathroom

To file his horns and pee the poison.