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.

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