Hex Files

This new poem, Hex-Files, is based on a true story – a supernatural encounter. The actual events are hidden behind humor-oriented imagery, but they are in consonance with the deeper meanings of this macabre – and cautionary – tale. It is about the battle between good and evil…and other things.

The creator of Hell paid a visit,

but I don’t know if Ripley will believe it;

just my luck I was home reading

Frederick Forsyth’s The Devil’s Alternative;

he wants my oft-transmigrated soul

and some menthol cigarettes,

but I, only Winston had; red filters,

so said I, divine, but menthols

are poison critters; anyway,

the biggest oil tanker in the world

was hijacked, and the KGB chief

in cold blood was murdered

by fundamentalist Ukrainian Jews,

and a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square;

but the Transfer, unused, jazz group

Manhattan, super-cool, darkly;

Nightingales is not a sleeper

nor a mole in the Palace

but a spy just so; by the way,

the Devil overcame his rheumatism,

unlike in his filibusterous visit

to Ivan Karamazov, who was, frankly,

not to speak impolitely, saner than we;

Hell in suffering from inflation,

gas prices are reaching Heaven,

so for matches I was summoned,

for sulfur he is addicted, apparently,

the idiot inhales the fumes,

like PX-smuggled perfumes,

but only a lighter without flashlight I had,

therefore, requested song was pirated;

You, said he, like Faust,

will inherit more than Job,

only accept the Temptations

ignored by a few,

like the Egyptian magician

in the wilderness who said, No!

but I, unlike he, said, I don’t know!

I’ll write Eddie Ilarde for advise, I added;

and Satan said, What the hell?

I shall return, he added,

and bade farewell.

Photo of Al Pacino in "The Devil's Advocate" courtesy of Listal.com

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