Two Poems – Justin Morris



The girl with the guitar
Has hair as black as Hades
The River Styx runs down her shoulders.
If I dip my hand in,
Will somebody hold me back by just a heel?
Else will I be taken by the current
Dragged to Hell and drowned.




Sadness is not grey or cold
It is a wad of cotton. Absorbent fibers
Soaking up words like blood from a wound
And then drying fast to your flesh