A Banshee For A Girlfriend


I saw a hell hound put out with a fire extinguisher

Who knew

He said hey I know their secret plan

I’m fine go get them

As they overcame the pale riders on the storm

No souls for them today

No train to take making them riders too

I ask again who knew

But the bad guy alive since WWII set himself up as their boss

His loss as his lack of soul made him one with them

They’re in it together that is his speed

There is no leader

Bullies together one for all

Why then cry out in dismay, dispair

As all vanished leaving the town in peace


Just one thing


You brought everyone back but something hitched a ride

This one’s on you

There’s always a price

It must be sent back


For the rest of the season

There’ll be something to do


I Am Legion


Let’s connect the dots the Hulk dots of all we’ve known over time. There has been no other superhero so exploited. Generation after generation he keeps creeping up, a newer, younger version comes forth. They have to be part of the same family. A grandfather perhaps, possibly great-grandfather that lives on. How many Thors do you know, Captain Americas? Can’t think of any but to date there’ve been 4 Hulks. We need them to meet up, it’s important the Hulk is not alone and he has no reason to disappear. Besides, we’re going to need all the help we can get to fight the ultimate bad guy as he seeks out the infinity stones… just think of the synapses they’d create.

The galaxy is vast and her guardians should know no bounds.


Not What It Seemed

Who says you can’t reason with a headless man

Yes you can

Just give him back his head

“Horseman, go long

And take her as your bride

The one who wronged you

Right by your side”

Then smiling his razor teeth at me

He nodded

Whether or not gratefully

I didn’t know

Yet I imagined so as a bloody kiss he gave

To she who committed

Crime after crime

As he spun the horse breathing out flame

Galloping and leapt into hell

His home where he came


She will bear his name

Mind your actions

What you say and do

Lest ye entertain angels

From whence they be

Is no guarantee






I can never figure out how European women do it! They wrap their shawls so perfectly should a tornado sneak up behind them catching them in its funnel and their lifeless body is spewed out from that very core, when they are found though now limp and lifeless they are a vision in a garment, immaculate, unruffled from the wind.

If I don’t have a shoulder bag holding it down after I wrap one around myself the slightest hint of a breeze will blow it off one shoulder leaving it dragging if not send it sailing away altogether.

Where am I going wrong?



Variations Of Frankenstein Let The Vampire Beware



What’s wrong with Frankenstein

The student ravenous for the secrets of life

Desiring an apple of his eye

Chips off the block in a patchwork design

Let it live he shouts but it’s a man

He lives

Have you considered the soul you’ve made with those parts

As the fool runs away in fear leaving his creation alone

Collapsing at the door of a church

Better to have failed oh woe

Self-righteous rejection

No, the monster is he

Unique god is as each of we

Made in his image

The kingdom within

It’s his forte not man’s as man bungles for an eternity

Or so it seems until life ends

Bit off more than he could chew

His vanity revealed all too late

Who knew

What did I do reiterates

Aren’t doctors healers

Shouldn’t they be

That depends on your view



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