Baalberith
By Robert Beveridge
Strike the words
from the black book
before you go home
lost in a sandstorm
you may forget
to come to work tomorrow
the devil sits
on my windowsill
watches me eat dinner
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Ghost City Review, Minor Literature[s], and Barking Sycamores, among others.