Poetry

                                                                     Years Later/Look at you Now


The Devil of the Desert 

is unlike any of the guys in

Every documentary you ever saw. 


I can feel spiders climbing 

my spine when I speak of him. 

If he meant to frighten, He did. 


And he did, mean to frighten me. 


You would never guess 

but people who hang

Around long enough 

find out. 


But be careful love. 

He’s not your neighbor, 

he's your best friend. 

Your savior. 


O, you’ve no idea. 

If someone is missing with him, 


He did it. He did it. 

This is me on record, 

telling you now: 

It’s already too late.


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