Unrelated Thoughts

Poems that are not in The End of the Word as We Know It, by Wes Unruh


this demon and the child I was
and the toys and we play
and there are figurines
there are by-laws

this demon stands right next to me
he holds my halo in his claws
with ever and ever after
printed across

this demon stays right next to me
and holds this figurine
that was given
years back

I stand holding demon’s fist
can’t hold palm up the ying is bad
and think toys, and think
cigarettes, piles of powders

this is power, a hard cock
a bullet, demon at your shoulder

march hard
glance a clenched jawline
drown high fructose corn syrup
in lime, gin, black death urge
vodka water life, whiskey age

and demon serves gin, sales pitch
front line, cross fire, theater

the television introduced you to satan
and you bought his cars, you watched
his eyes, your minds were wiped
your souls three mornings ago

was sold to this demon, he holds
coupons for laundry detergent, sends
postcards from satanas, from furfur,

and glyphs and wards forgotten
shall be the wasteland’s remnants
when I and demon at my side


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