Satan spoke

I heard Satan speak, once, on a plastic AM radio

My head knocked to the clicks and pops between his

Divisive five word bursts; sheets of mirth

Sewn like curses with blessed replete stitches

And harmonized pitches that could woo a corpse

To tap dance Morse code in it’s cozy little coffin.

He sang a Jim Carroll voice with a Charles Bukowski Style

of William Blake visions for a William Boroughs mile

With an Edgar Poe Hook on a Sun Tzu tone,

And the way it had me shuffled sparked a moaning in my bones,

He crooned a cool apocalypse like rubber rhythm snake,

I never dreamed that purgatory was a short commercial

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But he resumed too quickly, as sure as impending death

Breathing battery powered symphonies like sex; the thrusts

Were a liquid flex of fluorescent text that unhinged my knees

And the trees even swayed to the pattern of his oratory

lustful glory that made my conscience quake and long for fiery lakes

　

it faded to static as I hit the boarder of Florida and Alabama,

And I never turned back, my friends, for fear of becoming a pillar of salt.

Selah!

Amen!

Juju!

Sis-boom-bah!

And hail Saint such and so forth for good measure!

Reviews

[Crowley]

lol....that last stanza had me rolling...original and creative writing here my friend, for some reason a back room at Studio 54 popped into my mind with Andy Warhol and a few of his cronies messing with the Ouija board while listening to the radio. I know weird visual but this had me going, loved the frantic flow and the as a matter of fact pace. Nice work.