because she commandeered
my stupid heart.
my brain left,
but my heart told it
to go fuck itself.
I am a chaos demon
at the Miami Seaquarium,
bandana still in back pocket.
two months ago,
someone gave hope,
only to let it die slowly.
now I reply all,
because there is a new hope in town,
and her name is not Linda.
this game is dangerous
because it involves real people,
calling Devils, for good or ill.
dead past and what yet didn’t exist;
I am not always kind, but I am clear,
and here's the future laughing.