the devil
on my shoulder
got into the adderall
he is screaming
into my ear
the angel gave up
sent a postcard
from some
white sandy beach
in the fiji islands
leaving me
with little choice
as to which
direction to go

six six six
carefully carved
into the soft flesh
between my shoulder blades
where the stumps
of malnourished wings
once flapped
ineffectively
the dyslexic
little bastard
screaming
listen to those that
lived

rudderless
in the infernal seas
of seasoned souls
singing anthems
of avarice
to carry me
just at the surface
of this lake
of fire
dazed
in this smoky haze
of misunderstandings
doing what i’m told
like a good little soldier
regardless
of the tattered wisp
of once upon
a crime