Friday, April 26, 2019

Aprilia Zank writes

the Shadow

you walk in zigzag
to delude the fiend
take her by the hand
and go to the oracle
coin inserted
you wait
for the blue letters
to spit the ends
of your days
but the offering is deleted
and the message blank
under dimming light
the dusk wanes
into street folds

enter the Shadow
with its black collar
and the contract
in the briefcase
you gasp for the password
rip it in the irrevocable
third try

on the other side
the neon cross flickers
due to burnt out tubes
Painting --  Willem de Kooning

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