Once,
That night I wrapped jilted Beauty in my arms-- and I found her bitter-- and I spit at her.
I cursed her; and I [she] wept.
I pickep up the gun against Justice. Terrible vengeance!
I ran.-- O Bitches! O Misere! O Hate! All that is precious I have left with you.
Ill luck was my idol. Sadness, queen over me. Tragady was my master. Unhappiness, my GOD. I, the evil prince.
And then at last the tender Spring apportioned to me the frightful laugh of an idiot!
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.