devils at the corner

 


stoned on the silence
of my thoughts

listening to the storm
sing it's opera

the insanity of looking
for a rainbow in a clean
clear sky

what is left of
me

fragments of nutshells
scattered across the
floor

devils at the corner

waiting patiently to
feast on soul
food

I can hear
    his raspy
      breathing

blue rose of my
heart lying naked
on the counter top
dreaming of:

Tuscan skies bowing
before the morning
sun

pieces of dreams
tossed carelessly
about the
room.

misery doesn't love
company as much
as it loves
loneliness

kings have
failed

vagabonds have
risen

geniuses have
fallen

fools have
ruled

that is the greatest
secret  of the devil
at the corner