Tea With The Demon

Tea with the Demon
In terms of beauty
that hackneyed dragon
still beating its wings
everything can be broken down
a little further
each howling beast
like the rest of us
imperfect, uncertain
bearing witness
I didn’t like the look of him
his bleeding eyes smaller
than the coins that fell
from my pockets
still he came
red with fear
my own eyes blinking and blinking
diffusion, the creaking door
disappointment when the end
didn’t resolve
a knot binds only
if you pull it tight
when the tremors passed
I poured a cuppa
liquid against China
the clink of a spoon
a mysterious sound
like one hand clapping
took his fingers
and held
the skin softer
than expected