Devil By Name
Bounder in reflection.
Overture and a dream.
A charge inspired.
I have demands.
The familiar we are.
Devil by name.
Future is right.
Host of a chance.
Rely on the fond
and the opportune.
I have demands.
You want me to.
The great and heady.
Swing as
you please.
Tacit youth.
Dreams maudlin.
Vivid.
Tell me lies.
Wake to rain.
Queer light.
Rapid heart stimuli.
She know just what.
The life eccentric.
Sporting blood.
Devil by name.
Reunion.
Wish
was with whom
less
tension.
Window
side of the bed.
Sleep when they’re weak.
Melancholy
wash over
the
next and next town.
She move like
solemn
coming.
Social setting
watch the door.
Many a Villain
in her head.
They’re
spinning wild.
“Dancing,”
he says.
They
kiss long.
He
go for her neck.
She collapse in
her apartment.
She
is alone.
She
wake screaming.
She
can barely walk.
No
equilibrium.
A
fever come on.
Incredible
hunger.
First
taste blood she vomit.
The
last night is last time.
It's just me and shadows
on the highway
to find direction out
of this heartbreak town.
It's like I see your reflection
in the rearview mirror.
Turn the radio off the sad songs.
They know it's been wrong.
You're stranger to me now.
Mother says stay
away from strangers.
So I've nothing for you.
Life is full of danger.
Beware of fools.
Fall apart for all to see.
Every face concern and pity.
I see no light. Life.
"No passing," signs
around misery.
Save a man from himself.
Who'd cleave himself and manhood
to the hem of your frock.
Save a man by pointing out his wealth.
Knowing you,
a man cannot help himself.
You'd tell he must watch his speech.
Cannot deny reach.
Come aboard where borders are tenuous.
Bodies vessel mahogany flesh
in the name love.
Looking into the beat of felicity.
And she lie sideways.
Her head shelved by her palm.
Swords of skin and bone mahogany
like Katydids.
Long and slender.
Horizon a white line of fine linen.
Back of that.
Well walls the color chianti.
Looking into felicity.
With a quickening pulse made so
by hunger and the rush.
A hero's welcome.
Don't look at him that way Rochelle.
You want him gone Rochelle.
Your skin is onyx.
Your umbra.
True to the black.
Your black heart.
Winter spell.
You covet him.
But you covet his last breath.
In a kiss of death.
Yet mixed with her antipathy is a yen.
You may not have him to covet
if you kill him.
Subject him to condition,
lurking in the black.
The shadows Rochelle.
