Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the devil waits in the garden

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

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