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
but the Transfer, unused, jazz group
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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