Muscle Poems

Starting to turn

Into a friend.

The spells

Until they’re crossed.

 

That was too short

That’s all I remember

 

Devil in an armchair

Jesus only standing there

Angels in a coffin

Politicians walking

Around somewhere

 

Takers talking

With the wind in their hair.

Talkers taking

The wind somewhere.

Cross-eyed puzzles

Sensual despair.

 

That was too short

That’s all I remember

 

Starting to turn to a friend

Devil beware.