Jimmying the front door this time was a cute touch.
Look at my walls, my rugs--
What have you done, Devil?
I suppose you're going to clean this up?
Devil, get behind me.
Rhumba down,
Cha cha back.
Look at all the black heel marks on my precious linoleum--
Look at all your stolen souls, gone amok.
Who is going to control them?
Devil, let me straighten your tie.
If I didn't know better, I might think that you had arrived
A tiny bit high.
Have a cupcake, Devil.
I made them myself, and went to no small trouble.
Of course they're chocolate!
You're such a fuckwit.
Devil, you think you're so wickedly smart--
You smear brimstone on the hearth stone
And tell me it's pop art.
Be glib--
Very nice, very well.
Let me say this in the most loving way:
You don't look so good.
You've let yourself go all to hell.
Til next time, Devil.
Go walk up and down upon the Earth.
Do whatever it is you do,
But for what it's worth,
Pink is the new red, and goes just as nice with classic black.
Oh, don't try to tell me, Devil,
That you never thought of that.
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for dverse poetics
Okay, now THIS one cracked me right up. I SO LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! You are such a saucy gal!!!!
ReplyDeleteso i need to wear pink...as simple as that? smiles. love the little convo you and the devil seem to be having...broken into your home but your still cordial offering cupcakes...fun read shay...
ReplyDeleteLove the pink icing over the Satanic cupcakes. (Devilsfood cupcakes, no doubt.) Must I leave now, really? *dodges* Kay--but I enjoyed every word of this.
ReplyDeleteSo, I grew up in a preacher's home, and we used to sing this song called, "Enemy's Camp". I'm guessing you might know it? So when I got to the part below, I had to chuckle because it's all I could think about. Worship leaders would have us sing, "he's under my feet" again and again while stamping away at the floor. I never could do it. Felt incredibly foolish, like I was on an episode of punked or something, lol.
ReplyDelete"Devil, get behind me.
Rhumba down,
Cha cha back.
Look at all the black heel marks on my precious linoleum--"
This was quite a tale. As always, your imagination is quite fun to peek in on :)
You, dearest Shay, are on a ROLL! Madam October/Autumn must be your very own muse...What imagery, what color, what FUN! Keep 'em coming, lady. "Devil, get behind me..." Indeed! xo
ReplyDeleteOnly you could make the Devil clean up his mess! This was great-reminded me a bit of the book Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.
ReplyDeleteNo sympathy for the devil?
ReplyDeletepowerful.
ReplyDeleteplayful pondering, Happy Sunday.
I just love the conversational, somewhat sarcastic tone of this one. And brimstone as pop art? Very cool.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the snappy convo piece with the devil. Pink is the new red... okay, my dear.
ReplyDeleteHappy day ~
The Devil in pink as well as Prahda here leaving black marks (on the linoleum as well as on men's souls). Ha, your imagination has no bounds! Hell ain't big enough as they say.
ReplyDeleteGood work here, Shay.
That was truly a wonderfully delightful poem.
ReplyDeletePink is the new red. :)
ReplyDeleteyou craft unique and perfect little gems, Shay!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki;
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"You don't look so good.
ReplyDeleteYou've let yourself go all to hell." I'm still laughing...no disappointment here, but i wouldn't mind a cupcake since you went to all that trouble ;)
Shay--
ReplyDeleteOnce again, you've added a marvelous word to my repertoire. The last word in the third stanza is one I'm adopting as a new "favorite."
What a whimsical piece...well-crafted, as usual.
Simply GENIUS!! If I ever meet the devil, I want you around as my bodyguard, chica! ;)
ReplyDeleteApparently the task of highlighting fuckwit is left to me, this is where I fell in love with your poem. My parents swore like sailors but it took my college roommate to get me comfy with the f-word. Well placed here :).
ReplyDeleteSuper feisty. Rar.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought of that great White Stripes album, Get Behind Me Satan.
Images of the Jersey Devil leaving deep red hoof-shaped welts in my back are dancing through my head.
ReplyDeleteThanks? ;-)
I think you beat the devil!
ReplyDeleteO how deliciously fearless, raw and vicious! It confronts any sense of a dark devil and casts that spirit ironically into its own darkness! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteLoved this. What a good little chat with Devil, and I love the beat. Did you just make up the word "fuckwit"? It's hilarious, perfect in context here, and if it is your creation you better get it into the Urban Dictionary!
ReplyDeleteIs that the same devil who went down to Georgia? Or the one who is in the details?
ReplyDeletexo