The Devil Wears Expensive Clothes

The Devil Wears Expensive Clothes

Victim of the evil lurking
casual in his Armani suit,
polished Tanino Crisci shoes –
fashion on the edge, fit to kill;
I never should have taken
that fatal neck snapping look.

Struck down by piercing eyes,
drowned in stark black pools,
my breathing stilled, heart stopped.
My life blood flowed out;
my soul cut, maimed, left in shreds.
Damn! He sure looked good!

Lascivious pleasure gone wild,
bordering on insane rapture;
he captured every virtue
I hung onto, destroyed resolve,
and made impossible
a life outside his realm.

Imprisoned in slave quarters;
feelings like electric current
mask all comprehension
of my final destination.
My slide right into Hell's entry
only a subtle distinction
from the place I've lived.

Comments on the poem by Dan Sturn:
Karen, An excellent free-verse poem that starts out with slap-in-the-face modern visuals to describe our culture's violation of "the first and second commandments." From there the Poet leads us into the experience or realizing that the modern image is indeed the Devil himself. Ending by invoking the feeling of enslavement and discouragement, and a reminder that we currently live in a culture not far from hell.