a poem entitled "open evil"

he woke up in a strange town.

the highway markers had altered.

route 46 had shape shifted.

his grandmother had been stoned; the centennial of a doomed generation had awakened self realized.

let us glance downwards,

let us cast judgement.

wake up jesus,

die slowly saviour.

the dirt so packed down;

we wait so patient.

the devil;

our god spoke:

let us refute our greatest pleasures. 

i want the answer.

i exist.

don’t pretend.

the long lonely isle.

the shadowed self denial. 

and yet we wait.

the plastic self so proclaimed.

evil is out in the open.