The Devil’s Hands

The book is really coming along now

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I crossed the park into the city

A webbing of steel carcasses

Exalting a skyline smudged

In charcoals and prosaic blues

*

There are no angels in this city

Only precarious thighs

*

I watched each would be consumer

As they weaved their spindly souls

Through red lit alleys and glass facades

Wanton arms leaden,

Dent-less lips liberally greased

*

The Devil suffers no shortage of idle hands

*

Impotent souls yield adroitly to greed

Everyone here wants to be someone else

To evade consequence and intimacy

For their fragment of prefab paradise

*

Empty eyes always hunger

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2 responses to “The Devil’s Hands

  1. glad to hear you are making progress….the steel carcasses, what a description….no angles but thighs…ha…nice…and for sure there is no shortage of idle hands….

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