The Devil in Converse

In se’enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin’,
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.

I got yo vice, I go yo virtues covered;
Jus’ gimmie sumtin beautiful in turn.
I’ll take all forms of major credit card,
Cash, IOU, or how ‘bout them sweet burns?

The color of his skin’s irrelevant,
He changed from black to white, from white to blue,
As easily as one might change their wants,
The shirt right off their back, or
(it should be noted that
the devil burned through shoes
the quicker he got ‘em)
them sweet shoes.

Whatever it was that they wanted most
Was certainly delivered on and more,
But happ’ly never[,]mind specific ghosts,
For more importantly
(hey Mr Lucy-Four,
for these times sneakers two
i’ll take an eight-ball, Lou)
was what he wore.

I got the thing you need but can’t fulfill,
He said a lick of lips and grinning sly,
I’m sellin, sure, and eager to please--still,
Those things that you call shoes ain’t nothin fly.
(he wore ‘em long before
they could be said to be
a timeless trend, you see...)

The devil’s preference for footwear’s Converse
To which he glad obliged and hipply said
Before he plucked my soul and filled his purse,
With one shoe pink as flesh,
the right one red.

Biography...

Aside from it being horribly poetry-centric, with my soon-t0-come move to New Orleans, the bio displayed here is in perilous jeopardy (is there any other kind?) of becoming obsolete. So it is with further ado that I am announcing the open anti-contest to write a new, up-to-date, short (one paragraph) biography. Rules are as plentiful as contest prizes: nil. Post your entries as comments to this post, where they will be judged from least to most ignored, while I forgo any sort of selection process to write my own which will inevitably replace the current. Contest is ongoing. Multiple entries are welcome.

Introducing...

A blog! Bask in all its glory.

Blog is for novel excerpts.

Blog is for new fiction.

Blog is sometimes for non-fiction when the mood suits.

Blog is not for internal use. Keep out of reach of children. If child asphyxiates on blog, do not consult blog, but close blog and dial 9-1-1 immediately. Ask your doctor if blog is right for you.

Directions: Read for temporary relief, never exceeding maximum dosage.