by Brett Stout
Infatuation
Is detestable,
But
It can’t be corralled
It won’t obey
It won’t be locked up or down
And
It can’t be killed
I tried
With stolen hollow point bullets
And
Sharpened Chinese imported knives
But failed miserably
It’s running wild in the weeds
Freedom was wanted and granted
Now it
Hides
Like a perverted idea in the depths of my brain,
Infatuation
Is detestable,
But
It infects me
Like
Bacteria
Yeast
Aids
Herpes
Kleptomania
Insanity
Bi-polar
Cancer
Leukemia
Neuroticism
And
Syphilis
They sell no
Creams
Ointments
Overpriced prescription drugs
Magic beans
Or anything else
For what infects me.