Baalberith

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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

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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.