D. B. DEVILLIERS

Poetry

Month: April, 2023

April 30, 2023

Prime Mover

I will stand and I will
weep and I will shed my skin
something new will shine through
I will commune with my god in
lowercase and he too will weep.
his skin, too, will slough from his
stooped form, staggered by the
weight of what he wrought.
it kinda goes against canon, doesn’t it
but what if god is equally confused
some kid watching his antfarm somehow set itself
on fire, watching
and wouldn’t it be nice
wouldn’t it be nice to blame a devil
maybe it’s easier if you can think of it that way.
I don’t know.
what the fuck do I know.

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April 28, 2023

For Niki—In Lieu of a Text

hey nik been a minute
doubt I’ll text you so I’m doing this
you never read these anyway, did you
anyway, hope you’re well.
heard you started working where I used to work
it’s not a bad job.
I’ve had worse.
I went and got sober again. going on five
months already now wow
lost the benz oops
my mind too, lost that for a while
it sucked pretty bad.
missed you, might even still
miss you, but I don’t think I’ll
text you, I doubt I’ll
text you, I shouldn’t text you, so I’m
doing this. hey nik, missed
you. might even still
miss you.
I’m glad you didn’t die. I’m glad I
didn’t die. it was cool meeting
you. sorry I went into psychosis.
sorry you went to jail. heard you’re
working where I used to work.
doubt I’ll text you so tell randy I said hi
if you meet him, he’s all right.
missed you, might even still.
wish you hadn’t gone back to jail.
wish I hadn’t gone back Out
There but hey nik.
that’s life
isn’t it.

hope you’re good. have a good night.

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