daemons

they follow me now

from the goodwill

thrift charity stores

when all I’m looking for

is a cut price shirt

pearlised buttons western cut

or a cheap coat for a cold day

& now I must stop

check my shoulders

look to close them down

the plaintives completely lost

granny wanting to find

her daughter gone somewhere

that ever wayward son

I would help them if I could

in their lonely quests

instead they trouble me in my sleep

directing dreams to shady areas

in vain attempt to communicate

so I must stand in the street

check for shadows on my shoulders

cleanse down looking the fool

to passing strangers

in some st vitus wobble dance

for if not

these would trouble like daemons

I must lead them toward that light

we must all in the end find

so be careful my beauties

in the home of the second hand chic

that cheap shirt may contain more

than you bargained for

a weary seeker

wishing to remain

to come home with you

fill your mind with sorrows

your mind theirs to trouble & gain

Angels & Daemons Hideaway Bar

Let me just set the beat

a bass low & slow

think Jah Wobble at the back

a steady bass beat kick drum

brushes soft on the skins

a snare popping on the 8

swamp blues think Ry Cooder tones

with a lairy long guitar riff snaking out

now & then like a cat wailing at getting

what it needs

some sweet Terry Evans riff in no rush

to get anywhere its going

let that swing for a few minutes

then picture if you will

a long bar, soft red lit on a hot night

I’m at one end watching a bead

of beer sweat slide down the glass

enjoying the air con & nothing

the door opens & this guy slides in

orders a cool one, holds against his brow

he nods

I nod social back

as the beat slumbers on behind us

his voice quiet not a whisper

more soft gravel on hot fat tyres

I had me a season of spirit women

not a long season tho’ at times

it sure felt like it

some times I feel they cursed me

for leaving

others

they cursed me for the stay

I got nothin’ special just another guy

tryin’ to find his own way

the riff curled around the speakers

hung in the air

then the soft thud back beat started over

they loved me more than I loved them

said

they’d do anything I needed or want

I tested this how else does a man show love?

I nodded wiped my neck with a do rag

& offered a half smile

but they had this one thing y’know

with the spirit thing

this witchy stuff they had goin’ on

they’d hint, prod, leave spaces

where words could be

& if you play, put the wrong words

in their right spaces it kills the spell

he shuddered then

took a drink

I had to leave then man

could not do that telepathy thing

tho’ I tried every day

it was about this point

my eyes must have glazed over

hey he called don’t fade on me

you looked like the listenin’ kind

don’t make me drag you down

I snapped out

shook my head

remembered the name of the bar

said

should we have another beer instead?

I swear his eyes glowed then

as he growled

I felt it was time we should meet

& it was then

I remembered why I was there

Pretty well met

meeting daemons

can become

commonplace

by day

by night

some are friendly

others not so

one or two

have threatened riches

if I were to do

certain things

which unfortunately

has not come true

others have promised purgatory

which may

may not

also come true

yet

& a couple

agreed to leave me alone

if I did too

they lurk everywhere

waiting to ambush

catch you unawares

I guess

I’ve learned

to be wary

of daemons

& their pleadings

even the pretty ones

I’d urge you

to go the same way

too