September

September

Chilly raindrops

Pound against my window panes…

Autumn showers.

Moonlight

Moonlight

Glowing ball of pale, blue light

Casts a ghostly corona

Against the inky, velvet curtain,

As I’m enveloped

In the nighttime’s ethereal spark.

My senses come alive, tonight…

I smell the waving barley

Growing in a faraway field;

I hear the hooting owls

A mile from where my boots rest;

I see the tadpoles swimming

At the bottom of the murky pond;

I taste… I taste… blood… in the air.

I’m lost to my infernal damnation,

I’m crazed, convulsing…

My own blood burns by moonlight’s flame,

Tearing at my searing flesh,

Transformation taking over…

Ripping, writhing, howling, growling,

Fangs and claws and matted fur…

I’ve cast my human being aside,

I’m beastly, rabid… ravenous,

And tonight… I’m on the prowl.

Drink Responsibly

Drink Responsibly

One day, while I stayed in Havana,

Met a saucy young flirt, name of Hannah,

Played some strange drinking games,

Near a hot, open flame,

And accidently lit the cabana.

It's Still Sitting on the Shelf

It’s Still Sitting on the Shelf

It’s still sitting on the shelf,

Suited up in protective polyolefin

And waiting to be claimed.

It’s still sitting on the shelf,

Watching the casual window shoppers,

And wondering when someone

Will take a chance.

It’s still sitting on the shelf,

Unceremoniously shoved in the back

Outshined by the newer, fresher,

Bigger, better offer.

It’s still sitting on the shelf,

The “best if used by” date draws near

But no one ever notices...