A Surreal Murder Poem by James Callos Jordan

I despise this man I see,
So tact, refine and proper;
The way he talks and behaves.

I’m sickened by his actions,
Hate and dark intent flowing;
Inside my hoar frosted veins.

Sadistic visions fill me,
So I just had to do it;
And abolish this being.

Devising my wicked plans,
Honing this rough craggy blade;
Placing myself in deep trance.

Right time right place is in set,
As he walk on this dark street;
Not knowing this viper’s plans.

I grab him from his backside,
Slit his throat with enjoyment;
And dispose his remains.

Now I’m the master and lord,
Of this body that we shared;
Now I can be with just me.

March 19,2009