Category Archives: poem, poetry, desire

THIS GUITAR

this electric guitar
is singing, screeching
to high Heaven

and the Devil has
promised me a woman

before
I be baked in an oven
roasted in a furnace
reduced to
     sentient ash
doomed to suffer forever
the flames
        of an intense fire

and this
     as fair, reasonable
payment for her beauty,
such beauty
   your beaity

creature created to
define and express inner
and outer
       the entire limits
of desire