A Graveyard Hanging On The Wall

Nothing to talk about really

And it’s getting closer to Halloween after all

It’s just that

I’m sitting here feeling cozy with the weather outside uneventful but cooler enough there’s an intimacy wearing sweats, holding my espresso, and the setting low enough for heat just in case it should drop that far it might run a few seconds of warmth no more but it shouldn’t have to

Feeling alive with the change that’s about time it’s really fall better behavior as far as I’m concerned

Offended at September my month carrying on like it’s July shouldn’t it know better

It should

All is forgiven now that we’re here and it damn well not hit 95, 85, 80, I don’t want to see 70 nor 60 is too much of a risk

No better than 50-something if it knows what’s good for it not to incur my wrath

What’s this all about

I just wanted to write settled into the blankets, the comforter thrown over the couch with the laptop doing just that sitting on my lap

Typing while I wear warm clothes listening to the dryer while it adds a little bit of heat

Nothing overwhelming

Thinking soon enough it may snow outside, seeing snowflakes in my mind, feeling the fresh air coolness rejuvenation

New life

Yeah wrap your head around that fall and winter symbolizes new life like a bucket of ice water wakes you up

Speaking of which let me take this last mouthful of coffee before it becomes iced


Didn’t Vanilla Ice perform in a Ninja Turtles movie

Yeah they or he did

Worried espresso  might keep me up longer now I’m not

When you’re tired enough nothing can keep you awake or at least not me

Not even those caffein pills sold at convenience stores for truck drivers to help them stay awake

Legal speed or aren’t they sold anymore I don’t know


I think that’s it

The dryer stopped but I don’t want to get up


Sunday Is For Vampire July 2018

So I looked up the Chronicles of Riddick that was after I’d watched The Wolfman. Vampires still on my mind I was reminded of a conversation… why? Can’t say, “My friends and I have simple tastes, we drink Busch Light”. “My condolences” I’d said. The beverages offered after assistance given moving a heavy piece, yes could’ve done it myself but I can’t let anyone know, not in public, in daylight; anyway were a higher end, good quality and potency cast to the wayside by simpler tastes. Suit yourself I’ll keep them is what I didn’t say. Later that Christmas holiday the trash men received a bag I know they didn’t throw into the back of the truck for refuse or recycle amounting to a six of cheer. Well appreciated might do it again next year.

Simpler tastes aren’t worth a bite on the neck or anywhere. Thin, watery, cheap blood  let the wolves have him, tear him to bits, move on. I remember walking by a pizza box discarded in the grass two half eaten slices overrun by ants. On the return trip the box was still there, the pizza was gone, a few stragglers remained overseeing the cleanup ensuring nothing left behind. Have fun wolf-friend life’s natural shredder not created by Oliver North, leave his remains for the ants.

We have to look out for each other after all…

Time Stands Still


Running between speeding cars a hobble in my step

I’d written a little something about this before

Ankle twisting possibly opening the door to meet my maker

But in this case could it be

Cars slow down for me I command

Not likely

It’s the hormone release that gives slo-mo oversaturating

But I need to spring

Mythical creature I transform

Not prepare for impact and brace

What’s up with that

Adrenaline where’d you go

Made it ok no one saw

Transformations beyond human sight

Or out of it anyway

Glitch on

Trying to sit up and write but the internet won’t cooperate

Down more than not grates on the nerves

The last one means I’m almost out

Wish there were a spell to cast

Automated help desk says could be maintenance from midnight to seven any given day

Every given day I sneer

That’s my time

Find another way before I conjure

Wouldn’t like me when I’m angry

I don’t turn green


What can I come up with to fix this…


It Said Horror 2018


Horror it said but it was clearly aliens

This is sci-fi simple to see

Haven’t I learned to give more time before I evaluate

Though the farmer thought he’d caught a fallen angel

Had it trapped in his basement in a cage

Was going to bargain to get his wife and child back from hell

But they weren’t there depending on perspective

Dropped to earth naked as it goes

Back they both come through electrical storms and bright lights

Science fiction no two ways about it

Then at the end the boy is pulling up planks because it’s the time

Time for the harvest with dozens of portals to be sewn

Discs strange lettering and symbols no pentagrams

Oh no

Horror trouble to come beware doesn’t help

If that weren’t enough the deputy driving says no smoking here ma’am

Like the now dead deputy with her in the house ripped open by invaders had said

When they’d met

Reminiscent when the spirit is in a body not its own

Soul given up forced will no rest

Rental-soul at best in a film without end

Classification horror or your best guess

Film noir too and nonetheless


Didn’t catch the title









Running Between Speeding Cars

Watching a vampire movie weirdly

Guess I’ll have to write it in verse now

To get away with what I did to grammar wordly

Here it goes

Like Drac in repose though I hate sing-songy rhyming


A vampire movie with a twist ending

The woman gets it in the end becoming

And Drac gets skewered by her husband and she

Who went to save her but it wasn’t necessary

Except in a sense to be set free from both of them

Didn’t see that one I’ll say

Go girl bring darkness into light

She gets the house in the Hills

The man-servant and spectacular pairs of heels

Stiletto chic

As he drives them both to her new home

I was wondering why Renfield vanished suddenly

His simple job protecting the Count

Always background until just now

Before I forget

Van Helsing got it too heart ripped through his chest

Forgot darkened basements make for formidable foes

He the victor no

Testosterone either way did not rule


The title was Dracula Reborn

Very true

Vampires Are Smarter Than Zombies


Zombies say aaaaaaaargh while they limp

Vampires can think

Men – vamps think they know something

Women aren’t much better all about the sex

Or not being dressed but I stray from the path

Which you know is never good

Just because they’ve been around 400 years

They think they know something

Never in all vanity now why does that live on

Do they figure someone won’t stop them or can’t

Been around too long oh ancient one

Then you mess with the one person you should’ve left alone

That one has friends, lovers, family that’re tough

Scared stiff but tough enough through love and they’ll fight

Crash course in vampires they exist oh shit bless me father

And that’s the end

Momentarily surprised that emotion awakes

Too late

Now you’re dust


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

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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