Poetry by J. Marquez Jr.
Darling…
If I gave you a gun, would you shoot me?
And if you shot me, where would you shoot me?
Would you shoot my leg? Would you shoot my head?
Would you want to see me injured or dead
instead?
Darling…
If I gave you an axe, would you kill me?
Would you make me suffer or just kill me?
Would you hack my arm? Carve my heart instead?
O’ darling, please! Tell me! You wish me dead,
I dread!
If yes you said to each question I asked,
it’s best I keep you from my gun and axe.
Bio: Influenced by the powerful shrieks and obscure messages that lurk beneath the undertow that Tool creates, driven by the consonance that intermingles with the dissonance overflowing out of the golden cup that Opeth serves the listener and induced by the remedy that Pink Floyd provides with just a little pin-prick, J. Marquez Jr. juggles his limited time writing angry essays, vicious short stories and nonsensical poetry that only he understands. One can find some of this riffraff on recent issues of The Literary Hatchet and/or here at The Yard: Crime Blog.
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