Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Time Shared



Ran into the Devil today
his tongue was swollen at the spot he bit it
He drove a red truck
filled with booze
and firewood
He wore a pinch beneath
his lower lip
and he talked of time spent together
behind bars.
It wasn't my fault we were there
he had told a lie
he said
when we were in prison
he had looked me in the eye
he told me the end was near
I don't know
if
he was
referring to the time left
on the clock
or this was it
the real hot spot;
Hell?

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