© 2014 Peter Galen Massey
The Lady Has a Point
“Well that one was happiness,” says my wife.
“Cut my throat, jump a bridge, take my life.”
You didn’t like it? “I liked it fine. It’s all the
Darkness I could leave behind.” That’s not me.
“Really?” Those words are the stone demons that show
Black angels have been cast from the temple of my soul.
“Okay sure. But if you must in the quarry of poetry toil,
How ‘bout a little more cathedral, a little less gargoyle?”