I Wanna Be Your Monster

I Wanna Be Your Monster

I wanna be your monster
– your undead lover.
Lay me on your slab
– not undercover.
Up in your lab
– I’ll be the best monster
– you’ve ever had.

True my bolts are rusty
– and my stitches itch.
That’s nothing my good
– mad doctor can’t fix.
Strap on the electrodes
– flip the switch
– turn up the voltage
– till I jerk and twitch.

Thunder in your ears
– lightning in the sky.
The castle is on fire
– but my love won’t die.
Pitchforks and torches
– as the flame scorches.
Escape I cannot allow
– – I’m your monster now.

eyes, lips, revealed

it is spring. some bug has bit me, which in no way excuses the following…

eyes, lips, revealed

i have never seen so many eyes.
so many lips.

lips that want to be kissed.
eyes closed then kissed open.

eyes round. round and down.
into the ground.

eyes that want to fly,
fly into the sky. up.

doors closed are now open.
opened up.

a new smile is reveled.
and then removed [sigh]
such is life.

again [sigh]

so many eyes…
and then,
opened again.
and again.





 In absentia.

 I wonder how much you
 How much do you reject?
 What is your filter?

 My whole life has been
   a screen.
 Gauzy. A haze. Inside. Out.

 Along the way, transparency
   had a cost.
 Sanity. Security. Self.
 I can no longer share.
 Though I want to.




the beginning

go back to the beginning

to the seed

back to origin

membrane cracking

moisture filling veins

tendrils reaching

sun is the limit

the clouds in between

earth is home

back to the beginning

blood, flesh and bone

the beauty is receiving

measured and careful

the steps on her surface

ancient and alone

hollow unless revealed

by going back

to the beginning

Spider Story

  It was late on an autumn afternoon when I watched a spider devour her catch. She was a huge spider. Still I couldn’t believe how her delicate web had caught the large unfortunate insect she now frantically encased in her silk. Was it a small butterfly or moth perhaps?

  The web was at least three and a half feet across. Spanning two Willow branches and anchoring to the tall rushes at the bank of the lake. Even blown by a steady breeze the web held strong. She sat at the center clutching her victim “look what I’ve caught” she seemed to say.

  I could see her abdomen growing as she fed. Moving her victims body with her legs she shook it to get every drop.

  Then from the corner of the web I noticed a shy tiny male spider timidly making his approach. He was so small and almost transparent. He hardly looked like a mate to this magnificent brown and amber lady with an abdomen now nearing the size of a quarter. Closer he crept. Too close as she felt him and lunged shaking the web violently. Sending him packing back to the Willow.

  “Don’t bother me. I’m eating!” she said (or so I imagined).

  His retreat stopped at the Willow leaf. He turned to wait. Wait until she’s good and full. Wait until after dark. I knew he planned to make his approach again but it was getting late and I couldn’t stay to watch. “Good luck buddy” I told him as I left “but I’m afraid you’re going to be dessert!”




Three quarters full.

Sky deepening blue.

The breeze ruffles leaves,
light bright green.

Early summer lush, soft sweet hush.

I feel the rise, the fall, the tide.

It’s your call.

Jasmine starts in.

You win.

So fair, soft and sandy your hair.

You pick the time.

I wait.

You reveal my love.

Who knows?

The breeze still blows.

The moon, she still shines.

Three quarters full.


Note: Artistic license with the moon. Tonight she is full, possibly a good omen!

“April is the cruelest month…” TS Eliot

Yes, April is National Poetry Month.
I wrote this last November, now that spring
is here I’ve decided to give it some sunshine.



Springtime in Space


The point is not lost on me
in the vacuum and permafrost.
I know spring will not touch
this frozen shore.

Heart you have and guard it well,
in a moment of sadness do not dwell.
For you are a favorite son.
You are also a lock. A key. A door!

Open your soul in the frosty kiss
of a winters night.
So near to my heart you are,
yet so far from my sight.
And your name is a love
that I cannot fight.
Irony is, you are the one
who gave me the strength
and the right.

Through your eyes
I know wonder and grace.
Under your feet the world has
become a small beautiful place.
Soon your footsteps
with my own I’ll trace.
Together, apart we’ll pass
the springtime in space.