The Devil You Say


The Devil is a chainsmoker
Rolling up bales full of lies
Between the leaves of shady papers

In the lenses of his camera eyes
Tilted, warped calypso dancers weave
Aperture patterns on inverse puzzles overlap

There are images and visions of abhorrence
Hot, scalding screaming torrents squirming
Through the brimstone columns
Of an infinite gap

Shudders brushing cheeks
Like the caresses from ghostly fingers
Baby books are strung from wire to write
Just a little strike to make Night ignite

Between the leaves of shady papers
Rolling up bales full of lies
The Devil is a chainsmoker .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-10 at 20:32

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