at times my eyes find him
staring up into the castle
apple tree perched
torn chuck taylors crossed and dangling
green eyed copy of kafka
adorning ripped knees
dripped upon by his
twisted faustian grin
when he places himself there
i avoid windows
remembering why the gate remains unopened
One reply on “the devil waits in the garden”
Hmmm…I certainly did like that one..definitely brings out the evil in me!