A Necrotic Acrostic
By J. Richard Kron
Young detective, you're
On the hunt for
Understanding
How a mystical killer,
An intrusive and elusive
Villain, could
Enter the reading material
Of her unsuspecting victims,
Notoriously leaving clues,
Esoterically
Spelling out in the
Earliest letter of every line,
Combined down the page,
Ominous messages that the
Naive consumers unconsciously
Devour right before they die
Terrified, you realize
Observing this very poem,
Loving its brilliance,
It has happened to you.
Victory for your foe once more
Empty now is your future.
That One Song On The Radio. You Know, By That One Person
By J. Richard Kron
Harmony stuck
in my head,
I rip out
your melody
with pliers
through my nose.
Pinching you,
I see you're no
ear candy at all,
but a demon
the size of
a nipple.
Now I'm free,
with no brain
poisoning from
auditory anthrax,
but no one will believe
me.
About J. Richard Kron: J. Richard Kron is a writer and musician from Phoenix, Arizona. He holds a BFA in English from Arizona State University.
