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Love vs The Devil
O’ Death,
how estranged
love is,
sorta seems.
kinda how you can
see thru the moon during
the day,
somehow.
and other shit
that drives my mind wild.
for a whipping post
love won’t be there in any simple form,
unlike the Devil.
one plus one equals..,
you get it.
a rock could be a pillow
for me
sometimes
half the man I was before
overdosed on lies
ain’t said it better
or a plan a bit
ill devised
catching crazy forever
and still looking for
the monkeys
that are
driving me insane.
I’m down again, I can’t
even recognize her face
just in I can’t believe I made such a mistake.
the words are inside
I can’t burn any faster
in this posthaste.
I’m a trainwreck holding on
tight to the rails
yes I see sparks from the heat
it’s igniting.
I cover my eyes,
but my mind
needs me to see.
so I watch this reckoning,
that’s unfolding.
I’m not here anymore
I’m a fucking mess
who woulda guessed
plagued by demons of anxiety & immorals.
The kind of shit they diagnose and Hell.
when can I make a return?
how will I look once I get there?
probably the way O’ Death does,
blown over and unholy.
did she save me a seat?
I need a cigarette but I gotta roll one.
I’ll just wait for her outside
fucking dying.
smoke another one
smoke ‘em till it burns
have one more take my turn
I bet you can’t smoke it down till it says “Marlboro”…
I made a point took a stand and in a whimper, regretfully said:
“Cigarettes don’t talk, it will never say:
“Marlboro”





© Cody Cleen 2023