Nomad Writer

Shared a drink with the Devil

At a quarter past three

When the clouds were spread thin

Spidery trails crawling by

The blistered eye of the moon

He looked elegant

Drinking moonshine beneath the shade

Didn’t have horns and crimson skin

But ruby eyes and an absinthe smile

Hypnotic lilts

Cruising every word from his lips

He said hell had become hazardous

Demons exploding like dynamite

Since the cosmos spiraled out of control

I said Heaven must be a lot cooler

And he laughed

A sardonic sound

Chilling my bones

I asked him if he’d gotten the chance

To make things right and join the angels

Back where they all lived happy

Praising God, would he apologize and start again

He whistled a beautiful melody

And my heart fluttered madly

Like a flustered butterfly

But then he grinned and said low

“Not a chance in hell.”