The Devil's Cut

Here’s a poem. I’m not sure I can find the right market for it, so I’m going to share it here.

I gave my soul to Jesus.
But not before
the Devil
could take his cut.

And the old
sumbitch
still has a hold
of that part.


When my thoughts
drift to darkness
and my mood
goes black

he's playing
with that piece of me
he long ago
claimed.

And when my tongue
goes sharp
and my blood
is up

we're playing together again.