DEVIL
DEVIL IN DISGUISE
A man approaches me naked to the waist I do not
want to make his acquaintance Another steamy day
in the Great White North I blame this on the death of
Willie The Wiarton groundhog who has seen his last shadow
My own shadow though analyzed by one of the preeminent
Jungians of the late 20th century remains in a state of gnarly
carnality Often rude filling my closets with numberless shoes
+ghosts pressing me for truths Especially the ones I refuse to admit
Denial my opiate of choice The truth is not all it is cracked up to be
It has been known to cause ruptures Arterial melodramas Atonal
fibrillations Rather be a mellow obfuscater as my mirror cons me
O You are fair! A real contendah! A poetry giantess!
Back away from me slowly Even my own mother has been known to say:
Your poems are spicy full of swearing I hope no one I know reads them
*Well so do I It’s not the swearing per se A well placed fuck can give a seismic
shock to the psychic Richter
And for an old crone verging on witch Altar stuffed with talismans + one
small statue of Elvis My Personal Dionysus The words fill crevices otherwise
populated by tumbleweed +creosote Detritus of 6 decades But getting oh so
close to being slipped the answer upon God’s tongue
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*(definitely don’t show any of your friends this one!)
Fall Equinox 2017
