the devil you know

i carved your name into the water

threw my guitar in the stream

banged my head against the wind

lit my Bic and burned all my sins

the preacher tells me i'm not absolved

sorry padre, i consider the problem solved

Rebecca the way you have to move

gets me down on my knees

and the floor starts to groove

the pews empty and the exiting scream

"El Diablo, El Diablo"

i had to stand there

the sacramental wine shining in my grin

i cartwheeled down the aisle with the speed of an impulse

i checked the remaining parishioner for a pulse

one woman led me down this road

i realize this is neither

the greatest or the most original story ever told

they explained me away as a nightmare

because i took them places they never would dare

imagine their surprise

falling asleep Sunday morning

when they did open their eyes

it was me on the altar

confessing all their lies

Reviews

[AnnaMariaQQss]

I so love this. Again, my ink spills under and beneath another great poem that you've so wonderfully wrote

[Becky C Strukamp]

they explained me away as a nightmare

because i took them places they never would dare

imagine their surprise

falling asleep Sunday morning

when they did open their eyes

it was me on the altar

confessing all their lies

What a powerful ending to this poem. Brilliantly penned!!

[Raven Starhawk]

I don't know where to begin. As I read I picture a man with options weighing him down. I am not sure if that is the correct assumption. I also pick up on a few hints of despair. Again I am not sure if that is just me or something you intended. All in all it was another good read!

[Daytonight]

Oh my Sir Knight what a tale you have woven! My favorite part has to be :

i cartwheeled down the aisle with the speed of an impulse
i checked the remaining parishioner for a pulse

Well done! Keep on penning.