liveda tsuj

i tried to sell my soul to the devil

he just laughed

he put his hand on my shoulder

looked me in eye and said

"son i know you're hurting

but the answers you seek

are not here

what you think you want

is just another end

and believe me when i tell you

neither of us are finished"

i felt an unbridled warmth

emanate from his delicate

cloven touch

an odd other worldly warmth

strange yet familiar

like a forgotten flavour,

an old jumper retrieved from

the back of a drawer or cupboard

as he went on to say

"you only think you know

but you don't

you say you will

but you won't"

he took his hand from my shoulder

letting it drop tiresomely

to his side

i felt a tearing sadness

upon the relinquishing of his grip

it was my turn

to have him meet my gaze

so boldly i continued;

i was in the place

where fears are made not felt

seeing as i’ve come this far

and we’re both still here now

would you mind if i asked you a question?

"fuck Georgia"

he said as if reading my mind....

"even thinking about that place

is going out of your way

fuck peaches and fuck the south

fuckin rednecks play and pray

Ralph Macchio was a bit of smart arse

and probably still is to this day

no i don't have a Netflix account

who do you think taught Steve Vai to play?

i may be the antichrist

but i aint no thief

don’t matter what you were taught

or what you believe

i never got no sympathy…none

rock stars are full of shit

and Bob Dylan is a knob end!”

somewhat taken aback

i felt physically stunned

i never expected this level

of candor and cynicism

fallen angel my arse

the devil is human

just like you and me

puts his pants on

one leg at a time