The Devil in the Details

The Devil in the Details

The core of the apple

is salt,

bitter seeds

and though skin, 

the browning of exposed flesh.

A truth begets rumor

in the ears of people

not in the “know.”

Left to make evaluations

and comments

with information 

from the mouth of manipulation.

And a duck will always be a duck.

Turning the knife slowly

from a well lit corner

of cyberspace. 

Letting the blood

stain the moon

in a starless sky.

And what has been learned.

Nothing but afternoon traffic 

on the 8 or the 805,

stop and go,

stop and go.

With the growing anticipation

that something will come of this,

even if it’s the death

of flowers

outside the door.

Being tickled

by the fingers of the devil. 

Reviews

[Esoteric Strand]

Nice work, as usual. I like how this one builds, ending with the golden final stanzas. Is this an older piece? Something about it seems familiar to me. Maybe it’s the city/ urban references that reminded me of your earlier Otto works.

Hope all is well.

Regards,

E