Asleep
|| Earth ||
it tells me to sleep.
I do and the voodoo knocks on my door
Asks if it’s cool if it can stay
Maybe break a glass or two
Undo my already futile future.
I already hate it,
So I buy lunch for the two of us
I won’t make a fuss
They say the devil is in the details, well.
it says,
From where I’m standing you’re the ball of yarn
and I’m a single line of cocaine, or whatever the thing that ruins your life is.
I pour it more tea.
I hate it from here to infinity.
it asks if it can play the guitar.
The devil’s been holding classes I say
No.
I can play for myself.
it asks why I won’t pray to God he lords my unbelieving ass over me.
I tell him I left Him sleeping.
He looked cozy.
Wouldn’t even help me find my left sock.
And really, what does He owe me?
And also...
I’m not really afraid of it.
it asks why and I tell it that
How can I be afraid of my own invention?
The single line of cocaine or whatever it is that ruins my life, there’s a lot, I say.
‘You have family!’ I say.
Let me make me clear.
I never invited you in. You’ve always been here.
I ruin my life on my accord
In whatever amounts I can afford.
it strums the guitar.
then Quiet.
I left the devil sleeping, too, it says.
Probably where you left your cozy God, it says.
I better wake them up, it says.
i’ve haunted them in their dreams too much.
Immediately, I am awake.
