A handful of spooky poems.
letter to a werewolf
the deep, blue-robed sky
is lazily tied at the hips
with a sash of clouds
shifting in the breeze
tree frogs sing
owls call out
the moon unveils
that
i am just
a wild thing
among them
my bare footfalls sound
soft against the asphalt
the wind and then
your patient breath
graze my pale skin
you were always near
keeping pace beside me
you saw me glow in the dark
the slender vampire
i want to lie in bed
while you gently read
me to sleep
drawn on by warmth
we can twine real close
and taste electric energy
your whispering lips
against my neck
softer
than
the
pallor
of a
blue-gray
dawn
do you sleep at all,
or just bide your time
until
you
evade
the
morning?
jumper
i cannot promise anything
except that i will break
open my mind
to you
running warm
and viscous
like the bright yoke
of a poached egg
spilling my brains
from a balcony
falling heavy
into your
pleading
hands
i wish it were better news
that we had hope
to hold onto
we said
things in
the golden
light slanting
through gnats
that can’t be taken back
