Friday Morning

Coffee to my left and cancer to my right. Paranoid, angry, mad. The devil knows I'm here, no way to fade or disappear. What once belonged to the slender and mean now ravished by the haunting and perverse. Claimed. No change for the remorse. The devil knows we are here, anticipated antibiotics and bottled tears. Tears for fears. one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... The legs will break and the flies lay eggs, no sins open from spider webs. Preacher, preach ... repent ... ... Satan ... Lucifer; 666 ... Line open in the party room ... ... extension 456 ...