Where did you come from?

 

Where did you come from?

I just came past

The Devil a walking

Along the same road

As I

But a going the other way

He asked my name

Unwillingly it came out

As if from behind me

He nodded and kept

On going making

A note in his book

You be fine.

Might stay home

Tomorrow

Sleep in for once

I wont be a seeing

You not for a long while...

I heard the place

I left was hit in the night

No one was left alive

I heard this the next

Morning on my walk

Back towards my work

My destination 

The night before 

Was home where I spent

A restless night

Wondering if I had dreamed

Or was delirious ...

No one knew 

What had happened 

But everything was gone

I kept silent

Not wanting to complain

To be left behind

Might warrant 

Another visitation

Of someone I did 

Not care to know....

Kind of like 

Knowing Jimmy

And having one of those

Shivers down your spine

Knowing he was going to come back

They are two men missing

At sea

Or are they really?

One never does know

With the military

One could run across

A General just sitting there

Out in the open

With no one to know him

But Jimmy never leaves

Anything alone

There is another flood

One woman complained

Of not being in Louisiana

Honey this is California 

No one knows what

The next day will be

Not in weather

Nor in politics

And your neighbors 

Might disappear

In the middle of the night

While your own dog

Will find you where

They take you to get away.

There are things one does 

Not want to see in this life

I saw a whole walled bookcase

Of Bibles that my family

Had once owned

Including my favorite

One from 1655

It sold for 1678 dollars

Seemed cheap 

But no one cares 

For real books 

Nowadays

Those books were 

Well-guarded all those years

And then those wolves

Pretending to be sheep

Came in and threw 

Away five generations

Of hope and grief

When will it end?

When Candy acknowledges

She is Lisa mother

And not mine

Little Lisa 

The Weasel 

Has been told so many times

She thinks she has a pinky

Agreement with Satan himself

And Candy has his phone number

Blazened inside her head

While Jimmy just sits back

And enjoys everyone's else's

Misery.

Flooding Ebay 

This very day

Are a bunch of unwanted

Books of the Orthodox nature

Not King James Bibles

Who spent 400 years

Being caressed 

And placed firmly

On the family piano

But Greek orthodox liturgy

And some of them

In the Slavic language

As well as the vestments

Velvet, gold plated and nickel

All types of items

In all sorts of economics

Being offered altogether

Along with wooden icons

From those people 

Over there

Did those millions.

Of people who ran away

To no place at all

Leave them behind

In their homes?

Or were the churches

Robbed along the way?

Don't know how old these items

But their appearance is as new

Well-loved once.

But no longer needed

Perhaps someone else's

Private collection

Has been raided

To pay for their time

Watching your places

Not your backs

No intention of doing right

By you or your people

They just want your money

Even if it is by selling your precious

The smell of boiled mutton

Waffles around the nostrils

Maybe I will sleep in tomorrow....