Friday, February 17, 2023

devil

Soon the bones are always speaking

tossed by meat and prophecy

the needling of bent practice 

ends in shrugged collapse, never now

a matter of repetition and paradiddle, 

the reason to rosin the bow 

evaporated as the trickster 

makes the stakes, the spirit 

wishful all the while 

the flesh presents the evidence 

unwound, the stuffing torn

from hope’s rag doll

the deal broken by the least 

breath, damnation pretty 

much like everything, 

dosed by the day.

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