Coping with the new world order
Just one more day.
More news that portends
hurt, helpless, horror.
Discouraging words
traumatizing images
flashes of untouchable life that will impact in 5, 4, 3...
But every morning
I wake up to hear you
roll over to feel your warm skin (you hold me even sleeping)
and I feel that trust that I have earned, so hard.
Many mornings it is cold and gray.
But it is never hopeless,
even if all I have is Patience
which is another word for Persistence.
which rhymes with Resistance.
Sound carries further at night
Are there words when you scream at the moon?
Echoes of emotion bounce back from that cold stone
Dredged from depths of soul or stomachache
Casting a spell raging moaning rapturous.
The moon does not listen to mundane mutterings
Those are for the bright light of noon
or fluorescent flickering inside four walls
What is carried on your breath as you hurl it to the sky?
If your heart is on your sleeve or in your throat,
Then what power do you put into those sounds
That the moon evokes hanging above?
Will your whispers make the water droplets in the air
change their state their forms or influence?
Or will shouting louder carry those feelings further,
To make the moon cry tears sizzling with power?
Dwell Condos: (formerly Haunted Mansion)
Toad
Go ahead they said
tease the witch's son
it's okay they said
it'll be fun
he doesn't talk much they said
and he smells funny
Aren't these flies tasty? they said
Werewolf
Do you smell that?
It's the night
That howl is the wind carrying
Moon jasmine scent
Or is that teen spirit?
The axe against the wood
Or the locker
Hear them calling, feel those eyes watching
Can’t you see how bright the moon is?
Come on, unlock the door, come out
to the wild
And RUN.
Zombie
Brains
Why only eat brains?
Not beans
Hot dogs like brains
Moan
Why only moan?
Sigh good
Sigh moan moan sigh
Bite
was bit
Ouch
Brains.
Mummy
Will you eat it here or WRAP it to go?
I want my Mummy!
Walk like an Egyptian…
Oh yes, We’ve heard them all.
We are not amused.
Only royalty were interred with a curse
Invokes privilege
Insists on respect
Implicates intruders
Implies sacrifice
What will you sacrifice?
Your health? Not yours to give according to the empty wrappers in your wake.
Your love? Already given, from those pictures you are desperately trying to delete from your phone.
Your pride? I think not.
Consider your future, your potential. With a little preparation, I could assure you a steady position, surrounded by treasure and gentry. Job security.
Vampire
I am NOT the Count
That babbling fount
Arithmetically obsessed…
Oh.
Neither am I The COUNT
Dracula or Nosferatu or even Edward
I am fangs
And pale skin
And no pulse pounding in my ears
I was just a bored
And rather lonely youth
Who listened to someone who had made a bad choice
As you are now listening to me.
Bat
Fly blindly through gathering gloom
Squeaking and squealing
Pivoting and diving
Fluttering and grasping
Can feel the moon rising
Silver light on wings
Moths torn from their
porchlight worship
to a more primal deity.
Tasty fascination with light
Flying fox philosophy
Just turn off that light
I cannot see you anyway
Why do you shriek?
I don't like your hair either
Ghost
Clank clank rattle.
Really?
Is that the best you got?
Green goo, that’s just gross.
OOoOoo a cold chill, better
Cast a shadow without form, nice
Basic staring gets those goosebumps rising
Even a baby glare
can raise those back-of-the-neck hairs
Floating furniture always a winner
Or dishes falling off shelves
’Cause a REAL artist gives just a glimpse. A wisp of white
Or a shred of shadow that shouldn’t be there
Make you question? Make you worry? Afraid enough to drop your phone?
Nah. Not yet.
Hag
What’s wrong with some gingerbread?
Nice and warm
Small glass of milk.
I swear, they never felt a thing.
Protein in one's diet is important at my age,
No family to bring me groceries.
That girl, she was so sneaky
And cruel
Because everyone knows you cannot die
Without your heart.
Like every fairy tale,
It is hidden in an egg in a chest in a hollow tree
No oven can kill me.
Black Cat
Arbuckle’s the name
Catching mice is my game
Or is it swatting moths?
Or pouncing on flies?
Or that awesome aerial twist I did last thursday to terrify Mr. Goldfish?
I am The Arbuckle, all others are
Poor imitators
I am the cat with the glossiest the shiniest the bestest most pettable fur
IF you can find me.
I am black as a shadow at midnight
Sneakier than a trap
Quieter than the wind on my whiskers.
You will only know that Arbuckle came,
When you feel my buzz left on your fingers
As my tail flips your nose.
Oh yes, Arbuckle I am… or am I?
Skeleton
Without a nose, how can I smell the mildewy cold down here? (DON’T SNEEZE)
Without ears, how can I hear those hesitant feet descending the basement stairs? (DON’T TRIP)
Without eyes, how can I see the closet door opening? (DON’T BLINK)
Without a tongue, how can I whisper all the secrets I’ve kept? (DON’T GASP)
With a hand, all I can do is touch you (EEEEK your skin is all sweaty!)
Golem
Hand used to hold hammer
Feet used to climb
Shoulders used to carry child
Arms used to lift grain sacks
Legs used to trod miles
Stomach used to crave pie
Eyes used to watch sunrise
Butt used to sit in swing
Heart used to love
Brain used to think
Mouth only make groans
Eyes only see lighting
Nothing stops me
Coming through
Good luck with that lock
Spider
Weaver, they called me
Spinner and mistress of patterns
I knew who I was
Where I stood
Now I hang from a thread
Tatters blow around me
My pride or my profession
Or the remains of my dinner
You see my fangs
My eight legs
My abdomen churning out webbing
I see eight of you, just barely
More of a tremble, a breath
At the edge of my web
I can wait. I have learned patience.
After all, I have 300 children. At once.
What have you learned, watching me and shuddering?
Reaper
Yeah, I wear my hood up
All the time
You got a problem with that?
It ain’t a crime
Got a smile for you
Gleam in the dark
Let’s go for a walk
Hang at the park
You like my scythe? For real?
Yeah, it’s sharp
My robe’s pretty sweet
Makes light warp
I gotta go,
Job ain’t done
Next time I’ll stay longer
Promise, you’ll be the one
CU Soon
Devil
Just sign already
The ink is dry
Yes, you struck a good bargain
Despite years of shopping online
You are so savvy
And you caught me on a discount day
It's a great offer
And you'd be a fool not to take it
So sign
Red ink isn't good enough
But this won't hurt
There, that's a done deal
After all,
you weren't using it anyway
Goblin
Can't find your keys?
Where's your phone?
Network down again?
Oh, power is out.
Too bad, so sad
You afraid? Just dark
Light a fire!
Oh, lighter broken?
C’mon, how bout a match?
Old school
Not even that? All tools gone?
Not even a McGuyver doohickey?
Wow, that sucks.
For you.
Mad Scientist
Mad? That's what they called me at the Academy
I merely claim to apply the scientific method
Observe, collect data, develop a…
Oh.
Well, if you are interested, you can read my work
On the healing abilities of the average teenager when exposed to various toxic substances
Including benzene, nitrates, propyl gallate
You would know them as nachos, hot dogs, pizza
Oh, my subjects don't EAT them.