THE DEVIL

When I first met the devil
He was green grey fog, lifted.
The next time around
He was black, lung unsung.
Then he was white, chattering,
Splattering my brain all over
The cockpit of this plummeting plane,
Only to reset the jet and summit again.
Next he shone like crystal
And sparkled like diamonds.
He was warm and fuzzy,
All the while flowing like wine.
That familiar smell, taste,
The warmth of the red divine.