Silas Thorne's Journal

Poetry, what did you do to that woman?
She slapped me hard and left the room
while in your head she misted over, swooning.

I'll kick you in the nuts, you knave!
While you’re sitting in an open horse stance, posing,
I’ll get you right, when you’re not watching,
you'll lie there groaning.

Though on the page you lie there, crooning,
You try that one again...I’ll burn you up.