Elegant prose is a bitter poison for me,
for only the darkest,vilest of incantations
may spew from my bloody lips.
Wondrous verse never lights the deepest
recesses of my insidious mind.
The glory of great poetic words never breaches
the the gates of my malevolent heart.
And the soothing sonnets of love
cannot tempt my devious soul.
Donavon Scott Vinson
