close to the devil
in the fire and ether,
shaking and hissing,
chanting, eyes rolled back,
this rhythmic compulsory madness.
roiling ink on every page
and a cigarette clamped
between jagged and angry teeth,
a product of this environment
divided back into our terminus.
the devil lives in vodka and smoke,
between tangled sheets
and he dances along a violin string,
rapido, rapido,
onward come the night
to hide our very terrible ways.
-S.C. Martinez
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