demons lie around

dubbing
leaving vegas
lost weekend
days of wine and roses
others cogitate
wittgenstein
weather fronts
the judas of the gnostics,
all have little fans
wet towels around their necks
some
dismember memories
finding none
worth this pain
a few squat in the corners
look my way
infrequently
they are strong, cunning, patient
smoking king size
to the nub
-he's weakening
they seem to say
still more walk between this room
and shower, opening fridge
one reclines on bed
masturbating
bulbous purple cock dwarfing body/mind
most are restless
hearts consumed with grief
some with hatred
poor demons
dying
clinging
multiplying
ever many formed
these demons i describe