exorcism
Last night
I invited the Truth to my room
But it was the Devil who came
he held my hand in his-
calloused and scaly
as sleep and sobriety
were quick to abandon me
“Ambitiouss Artisst…”
hissed he
paint me with a poem
paint me-
properly
no pen nor ink had I
so with a silver feather
He cut me
lovingly
And thus with a scarlet song I sing
Until God comes
Or his angels do
I sing of Satan
I sing of you
