a devil for me

Another sour bite.

The hungry juvenile looks at me.

I stare, then laugh;

He listens, and then barks.

I eat, he watches.

 

I look around;

I see two houses and a tree.

The brat stole a candy.

He points at the tree.

“why do you want to play there?”

And i shut the window.

 

The banyan beyond the road,

Has nine ropes-

All hanging down, one within reach.

I call her Love.

Love is a good rope.

She never talks.

 

I look at him.

“Why are you so sad?!”

“Cry then you rotten seed!”

No he prefers staring.

 

“I am going to kill you!”

So he drags him; by his hair.

The bulbs burst, a single thunder.

A light rain and darkness.

 

A gentlemen beside the road,

Stares at a man hanging.

A bald fair kid;

Sucks his finger.

Love.