The devil wind blew through town
All cool and shit like a Sinatra tune
Snapping fingers and jazz ass jive
Saturnalia wildness on the street
People wanting their share
Of the cool
Of smooth moves
Of three car garages
And trophy wives
Drunken women
With too much makeup
Who laugh too hard
And too easy
Forcing swollen feet
Into glass slippers
Needing the hum
Of electric Princes
Amped
Promising kingdoms of plated fool’s gold
Everyone felt that cool breeze
The fools became wise
Spewing half remembered lies
The cigarette smoke haze played like heavenly mist.
We all pretended our lives were real
We danced in that clouds of nicotine
To the syncopated beat of Devil Wind induced madness.
For some
There was no passion in the script
We couldn’t pretend anymore
The band never gave up pretending.
Throwing trills our way.
Wearing shades in the dead of night
Always laughing at the joke we never got.
Our fake smiles hurt our faces
It was the plague
Disguised as cool
Death masked as glory
The chill of the grave
We began to die
Musicians were the first to go
We had little time left
We wanted to dance
The plague was upon us
We wanted to suck the marrow
Out of Life’s bones.
But there was no one left to play
The Devil Wind blew through town
And man it was cold…
Tags: devil, end of the world, madness, musicians, plague, Poetry
You are too good!!!!
You are so generous. You always rise above the pettiness I so often see in our strange little world of vowels and consonants. You’re the best Nyla, we are all but shadows.