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Shovel Me In
by Kristina WoodhillGerard the old ghoul
admiring his cool
caught in the rapture
of wicks
he flicked in and out
of the bee's wax hot pout
a shadowy haunt
black on brick
Gerard the old ghoul
a maker of tools
in his life before death
bid its trick
had bled out quite prettily
spread out quite reddily
pulsing his blade
sharpened nick
Gerard's living rule
he now took as a ghoul
full speed, hammer hard,
slice it thick
if there's ever a never-
may-care stuck-tight lever
you can pull its leg,
reach each kick's tick!
a hint of a crack
in a window's hard back
an opening grimy
or slick
found Gerard misting in
swirling noses and chins
sneezing dreams out of whack
with his schtick
at your back
hear a laugh
full of body
a cackle to wrankle
and wrap round
your wobbling ankles
goose bumps
build like hives
you are pinched
still alive!
free alive
feet set free
as you flee
on the wind
catch the wind!
catch the wink
the wind is a friend
of a fiend
here's the end
hear the howl
low down growl
of Gerard, the old ghoul
10/27/2012
Author's Note: bwahahahahahaha
Posted on 10/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/28/12 at 11:34 AM Fun seasonal read Kristina. Both trick and treat! :) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/21/12 at 12:37 AM Ghoul is as ghoul does and the rules of ghouls aren't for fools. :) Sorry, for the weirdness but it was a very fun read with the way you play with words. |
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