The Humorless King
by Rickey Rivers Jr.
I sit on a bone throne picking your brain.
The court jester sings songs of sin,
of worldly men.
His feet bloody skin.
He slips and falls before me.
The court room laughs.
And I only sentence.
For these prats don't humor the humorless.
And I am here now.
Picking and pricking and prodding,
always in mind
with tentacles and instruments.
You belong to me.
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Dream Noir Magazine, Bonnie's Crew, Nightingale & Sparrow, Crepe & Penn (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight / His third mini collection of 3x3 poems is available now: