For The Devil I Know..
Robert Michael O'Hearn
1.
She-devil's spying skyward,
down upon well-hung mirrors
atop the ceiling in a bedroom.
Neither the imaginative other half
nor your guardian angel mentions it.
The ahems throated, the lemmings spawned
were only unexpressed desires for
not having enough living compensation.
2.
Concentric circles of clasped lives
commingle&connect dallying crowds.
Your sadness releases its own report,
finds uncut toenails staring upward.
You stare down the gullet of television,
fall into a funneled quiz show's abyss
& find an answer that knew a question.
3.
Never really got to know yourself
by anyone's baseless opinion.
On that day, you just walked away
& drowned inside self pity.
Now television's last parting words
grew into elongated miles&miles
of circulating roadside rumors.
Still you stand head&shoulders
above all voluminous shouts, emptying
into a space scuttled below wet sand:
At sea level guttural voices blend well.
