The Condemned Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The Condemned

Cold gray eyes on her wry smile
Like a German train
Logic of a serial collector
Cages on the cement floor
Do I want purging?
Does she seem attractive?

Pine trees hide my angst
Shallow pale purple conscience
Propositions of a masochist
Soon the scrolls will come
Soon the corridors of devils

Awake again to an evil ghost
Groveling with lust
Sheltered in pig blankets
Kafka loved Dostoevsky
Now the evil moon rises

The condemned like it dark