The Devil, He Knows How to Write

Posted on February 1, 2016 by justaminimalrisk — Leave a comment

A can
tumbles and chants
bleeding its contents
against hot pavement, cooling with night.

It dances with shadows
hidden from street lamps;
a luminous rainbow of petroleum.

Pressing further then halting
It rocks
back and forth

Quiet now

Empty.
Alone.