Blue Devil
The first floor is plush velvety thoughts
the mastering of emotions
a hand made boat
with even keel..
but the crazies arrive
starting fires
testing mettle
breaking stained glass
of peace and sanity
retreating
to the upper floors-like all the others
before
one step ahead of the flames
where the blue devil awaits
you've taken the bait
billowing flames
gleaning the sanity from your reigns
a regression of emotions
straight jackets and electro shock therapy - the norm
where the eyeless elevator man whispers
"last stop -fourth floor".
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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