Satan In A Bow Tie

Dapper.  Crisp.  Resembles no one.

Arms race.  Chest caves.  Instant coffee sits idle.

Jazz blackness.  Lost in the hallway.

Righteous.  Wrong.  Thinks like everyone.

Background noise.  Trumpets sail.  Drinks gasoline.

It’s Satan In A Bow Tie.

This is official Project Astral poetry

– Raphael Baldaya

 

 

 

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