The Devil You Know

Photo A.M. Moscoso


that’s me,

It’s what I do.


I have been known to

plague, to harrow, to laugh at the wrong time

and much to loudly at events like funerals, arts shows and poetry readings.



that’s me,

It’s what I do.


Nobody has ever said to me

upon rounding a corner and finding me standing there:

” Good to see you ”

but they will say

” Oh. Hi. It’s You. ”

And that’s when I’ll ask them with an atomic blast of enthusiasm- ‘tell me how you’ve been!”

They always do because everyone likes to talk about themselves.

They can’t help it.

It’s true.



that’s me,

It’s what I do.


In the theatre of life

I will sit in the front row

with my feet propped up on the seat in front of me

eating popcorn

and spitting the kernels out on the floor-

I tell a big lie- it’s always on the seat next to me

and watch some people  twist and turn

on nooses they dropped around their own necks

and in the end I always jump up and cry

” Bravo! Do it again!”



that’s me,

It’s what I do.


I used to be kinder

I loved golden sunsets, merry making with my friends and

giving in

I was aalways  effing giving in

but  I heard the call because it was so loud:

Wake up Stupid! For Real, What the hell are you? A doormat?


I was bedeviled  by somebody else you see, that’s the way it works

and since I answered my Devil this has worked very well for me.



that’s me,

It’s what I do.


RDP Thursday – BEDEVIL


I’m Not A Viking, That’s For Damn SURE

 Na/GloPoWriMo 2019 Day 11 Prompt: Not one of my favorites, prompts: SERIOUSLY Do They think everyone has a life- even a crappy one, that you can express in a beautifully crafted poem? :We’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots. Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers and dust disappearing down an unpaved road. And having come from there, where are you now?

I came from nothing

I going nowhere

I am  from the worst house on the street

surrounded by fences topped with

jagged barbs called ‘words’.


I am from the town of

‘Settled For Less”

hidden in the county of

” Good For Nothing.”

I came from nowhere

and I am going nowhere

that’s where I am from

and that’s where I  will stay.