The Devil On My Right Shoulder

 

it might be snowing outside

if I could be bothered

a girl with red lipstick

could be kissing my cheek

the sky could be filled

with ants on the wing

silver fish

darting in foam

at the foot of a black mountain

we could be counting stars

riding a Ferris wheel

licking sweat

from thighs of gold

the days could last

for weeks on end

the nights

could be over in seconds

light could bounce

from lofty castles

dancers spinning

until their colours blur

like paints

under a paintbrush

a kiss

could feel

like a punch

painful and delicious

I could sell you

a tale so thrilling

that you would

lose your breath

and wish

for surrender

and we could do all this

me and the screen of white

but today

we just want

to be left alone

and let imagination

remain tied up

like a dark dog

in a dark dank dungeon

of self doubt

where the devil

on my right shoulder

whispers his sweet nothings

to my soul