Poetry Chapbook 17

Together Forever

It was love that made him do it
that made him shove a dagger through it
and leave what used to be his Mistress on the floor.

And it was love that brought her back here
in a stinking canvas sack, dear
with every yellow bone shoved through the door.

He didn’t know exactly why
he had the feeling he should fly
when he heard the jingle jangle to beware.

And though his life was far from dull
when he looked upon her skull
he took a flying leap down every stair.

At the bottom he looked past
his broken body, firmly cast
upon the cellar steps upon his head

She came at him with a knife
and calmly stopped his life,
and now they are together in your bed.