there was this one night,
that sectioned off an intent
to-night.
where i walked up to the
devil and wiped the grin
clean off his face.
as with the care you would
food off a baby's mouth.
he just kept looking at me
like: what the **** are you
doing?
never was there a softer
flurry of reason harder to
swallow.
his eyes played like he was
overdosing...those snaky slits
spun like compasses.
that's when i leaned in and
whispered into his ear: i think
i'm lost on you.
then grinned.