A Werewolf's Book of Love Poetry

12-14-09

2009-12-14T18:58:00.000-08:00

that man
that man right there
lying right there on the floor

i feel nothing
like that man.
i feel nothing

the pace was too fast
ears curled and covered
eyes to the ground
is how i will stay

i feel nothing
but that man
that man right there
he actually feels nothing

because i ate him.

i wish you were here.

you are all i see anymore
other than this dead guy
but he'll be gone soon

mayhaps i am
a jealous lover.
but the way your face
pokes through the frame
of scarf and hood

makes me want the chase
through the woods
to your grandmother's house
and hope she isn't home

and we'd have some time to sit
and talk about bands.

please don't talk to other guys
about bands you like.
cause i know some bands
you might like

we could go to shows
at that church in the city
but check the phases of the moon
because the taste of scene kids
can't be beat.

and i won't know how to explain the blood
on my face

A Tale of Caution abridged version

2009-12-08T17:22:00.000-08:00

People suck and we are all gonna die of heavy metal.
But not good heavy metal.
Like cadmium heavy metal.

its not 2:45am yet

2009-12-07T19:19:00.000-08:00

I love, after a snowfall

when the night sky is easily clear.

The wanning moon makes

the earth just bright enough to see.

The blanket of sky reflects a gentle, deep blue

on the fresh snow.

Orion, his belt. Dippers of various size. Ursa and cub.

I look south, to Lupus. It only has two known planets according to wikipedia.

I wonder, maybe those planets have creatures like me.

I wish we were walking.

hand holding

between the orange street lamp's light and

the moon light

the blue reflection.

As deep as your eyes.

When the moon was full two days ago

I turned.

I ate your neighbor

Thought you should know.