Green Night Poem by Christan Bowen
Green Night
when the wind moves the curtain
one can be certain
that a pure force of the devil
plays on this level
and the earths rotation
is now a vibration
the feelings I get
when we admit
that the devil hits us all
I hear the call at night
something just isn't right
so when I go to the store
for a soda or a little more
I glance around
I was born in this town
and I can tell
the devil is down
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