with a soul no hell could thus surpass

with a soul
no hell could
thus surpass.
++++++++

and...

the devil
lit my 13th
cigarette quite
merrily with
his little pinky,
trying to look into
the shadows of 

my haunted 
eyes without
much

victory.

you can't beat

me.


i hide behind these

Phantasmic 

Windows with their 

Oddly Tear-Stained 

Glass;

.

so be
Gone with 

you !

be gone

Thou
Devil-ass!

(and then
i lit the devils first
cigarette quite
 merrily with
a soul no hell
could thus surpass.)

jsh