Photo A.M. Moscoso
Bedevil
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.
Bedevil
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.
Bedevil
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!”
Bedevil
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.
Bedevil
that’s me,
It’s what I do.
