Busy again, tonight, doing the work I need to do so I can screw around in Eureka for Homecoming. Sooooooo…here’s some poetry. They’re even in season.

“FALL’S DECAY: a haiku”
Grimy chalk draws drab
Autumnal scenes of pumpkins
Left to rot outside.

“I WALK THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD”
I walk through the graveyard,
Past gray-faced tomb stones.
I stroll through the graveyard,
Over the buried bones.
I skip through the graveyard,
But can’t break the somber tone.
I creep through the graveyard,
Did I just hear a groan?
I walk quickly through the graveyard,
By myself but not alone.
I run from the graveyard . . .

“UNDER MY BED”
Bedtime comith, bedtime gone
glass of water drunken, glass of water gone
mother wished pleasant dreams, mother gone
the digital clock ticks and tocks
the coming dawn
and I can’t sleep

Tucked in sans bedtime story
the night light futilely fights
the shadows’ monopoly
my protective covers can’t quite
shield the chill rising through me
and I can’t sleep

Because HE is under THERE
the reason why
I ask for a glass of water
or an extra lullaby
the reason why
I don’t dare dangle my feet
past bead’s edge
the reason why
I can’t sleep

I hear his whispers
feel the reverberations of his groans
I stifle a moan and wait
clutching blanket over head
I hear, I feel HIM
come out from under the bed
and (of course) I can’t sleep

HIS fetid breath, only inches away
under the blanket I pray to stay
but I pull off the fabric made fortitude
is it bravery or morbid curiosity?
either case, I hazard a chance
I take a glance
I swear I’ll never sleep!

Cloven feet hold up a furry frame
ghoulish proportions, grotesque symmetry
clad in the deepest midnight black
hairy head toped in horrid horns
on top of that, a tall top hat
wide eyes, glowing coals
HE lets loose a throaty growl
and nightmare claws reach
closer . . .
closer . . .
closer . . .

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
I yell to the fiend
and he stops short
uncomfortably he stares at the ground
he mutters an apology
and then out the window without a sound
never again, another peep

What can I say, a boy’s gotta sleep.