14.6.10

THE DEVIL WIELDS A LARGE JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER


the devil plays the gamelan he wears a synthetic turtleneck from armani exchange he sends you a text message at 2:41 am and the text message reads I JUST SCORED TIX 4 DAVE MATTHEWS U WANNA GO he collects human stomach viscera he nails dried sacs of human stomach viscera to your bedroom wall like tibetan prayer flags he scales the façade of the notre dame de paris he scales the brandenburg gate he rafts the amazon atop a large banana leaf he navigates steep mountain terrain atop the favored alpaca he devours an entire pygmy tribe he poses with a large fish he caught with his teeth he photographs himself in the reflection of his bathroom mirror with his iphone he owns a loft in Minneapolis furnished with mid-century modern design the devil curls into the fetal position underneath the kitchen table he shrinks to the size of a chandelier crystal he sets fire to your 1897 edition of The Collected Works of Schiller the devil wields a large jar of peanut butter and says EAT IT he sucks wet blood from beneath his fingernails he slings a satchel of human flesh over his shoulder he frosts the tips of his hair with aircraft carrier paint stripper the devil dances skillfully to hardstyle remixes of sade in the club he wears white sunglasses in the club he sports a white adidas sweatband in the club he speaks all south african dialects he posesses a bachelors degree in communications from a second tier university he customizes sneakers he drives a matte black kia spectrum with tinted windows a spoiler and blue underlighting he very rapidly withdraws a big-ass knife from his sock and stabs a child in the face he uses every photobooth filter option simultaneously he wins a year of free lunches at any hard rock café around the world he vomits in direct sunlight the devil says I LOVE YOU and makes you a sandwich when you feel sad he fucks you in the ass while you sleep he rips open the scab on your kneecap he decapitates twenty-seven cats and leaves the corpses in kindergarten desk cubbies the devil sleeps in the basement of a stranger’s house or in the basement of his grandmother’s house he wants to sit in the dark naked and eat sunchips and whittle sticks and listen to the alan parsons project and scratch himself.

3 comments:

Steven Augustine said...

I felt that one in my socks... and they were still in the dryer.

KRISTIN said...

thank you steven.

currently i am traveling your astounding endless thread. what a lovely thing it is.

Steven Augustine said...

ah cyber-senility thy blur is sweet; I was just about to post an approving comment on this one...