Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing


you don’t get it
do you

well let me explain it to you
in my best
non-regional diction

so you no longer feel the need
to darken my door

the narrow purview you cling to
spawned by your self-absorption
is my favorite of your
many insidious faults

you are nothing
more to me
than the cat-of-nine-tails
with which

there is nothing
a good lashing
won’t cure

during the black plague
the discipline was used
as a means
of preventing oneself
from becoming infected

the devout believed
the plague
was a punishment
from god

and that punishing oneself
would prevent the need
for god to infect you

faulty logic indeed
but it’s damned funny
the lengths a human will go to
to hold onto hope

as a lack of hope
is death

i do it
to remind myself
to never accept abuse as love

your only exceptional quality
is that
you are the greatest sickness
i have ever seen

black as midnight
black as pitch
blacker than the heart
of the darkest witch

are the place
where love dies