Not the Devil or his daughter or the nephew who had caught you,
but you tangled with the wrong guys after all.

In the bottom of the well where the dreams of dragons dwell and the fires of hell await you,
whether homicide or suicide or who has died and did you care?
bomb blasts melting oxygen making hot air,
burning skin.

Not the bible,
that won't save you
nor the holy book that craves
you enter in.

In this apocalyptic time
apocalypse with always rhyme.

The better of two evils is the choice
that we could make.

But
one for sorrow
so it's said,
two magpies always in my bed,
just hedging bets.


And when I think it's done and
the night sets out a place for me,
I wonder if I'll see the new day
in a new way or just the same way
as I always do.

The devil and his family live next door
down on this street with me,
happily they never got the key
that opens up this door.